Ode to Oil...
 
 
 
Ode to Oil
 
A viscuous virtuoso,
greasy larder! You have what it takes
to crisp eggplant and green tomatoes,
hush-puppies, fish, and french-fried potatoes!
Borrowing flavor, yourself being bland,
like Midas turning all that you touch into something grand!
The taste, the flavor of salt and oil!
You are a golden sea, the american dream!
Browning yourself with age like a woman in the sun!
You belong in the pan. After,
you pout as you drip through the towel,
plump plump, back into your bottle
on the shelf.