Cooking

Cooking is dangerous business –
In the process, one must face
The possibilities of being
Sliced by knives, splattered by oil
Even pierced by an unseen bone
Bloodied, blistered, and bruised
Yet we continue, without fear
For it is a miraculous sum of parts
And so is love.

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