I like to chase you around the kitchen
treading your footsteps like the
tracks of a seagull marking my way
to your shores because it is then
that your feet become the loveliest ~excerpt from poem
"Kitchen Poem #4,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 11.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss1/11