The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size. This is the age that pours hot tears, that agitates the seeing eye. This is a dark age, already very late. On the cutting board only the onion, stripped and wet, lit up our dark kitchen in the city. This is the onion whose center is onlyness, onionness, the union in my glass of gin. But not an age, not really, too brief for an age…It is a flash sauté, the quick of the heat and the wine, the oil spitting back.
