The RecipeAlan King
after Yehuda Amichai A woman will prepare an ideal man out of all she desires: the hair she took from a man who held the door for her at a deli, the forehead from a bartender who doesn't have to ask her favorite drink, the hands from a construction worker who smiles like a child when every morning she walks by is cake and candles, the cheeks from an uncle who told her stories as a girl, the mouth from a man she sees on her train rides home, the thighs from a track and field star on TV who’s won gold medals for the U.S. and who she's convinced she loves, the sleepy inviting gaze from this one, the eyes from that one, the stone-shaped abs from her Tae Kwon Do instructor. All of this she lays out, as if cooking a lavish feast of several servings she plans to enjoy over and over. From all this she will put together what she loves, unable to place the missing ingredient until what's prepared opens its mouth to speak.
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