A Poem about Home Bettina Judd I learned to chop from the hand. The onion a palm-cupped moon sliced by a blade almost grazing thenar eminence. Was trained well before YouTube and Top Chef told me I had it all wrong, before my cousin went to culinary school and brought back the gospel of tucking fingers on cutting boards
about this poem “This poem began as a meditation on learning how to cook and the danger cooking navigates. As I wrote it, the notion of risk expanded beyond the kitchen and then returned to the home.” —Bettina Judd Black and white image of Bettina Judd, looking pensive with a hand on her cheek and hair coiled artfully across her forehead
Day Two—
“A Poem About Home” by @bettinajudd is an image-rich lesson on what we can use our hands to nurture or ignore, heal or harm—mundane physical knowledge, aimed internally or externally. Read the full poem: poets.org/poem-a-day
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