On the unctuosity of our kitchen-cupboard staple

by Hannah Pusey

for my Kitchen 11 cooking companions

My dense dinner-dowser drizzles
from grease-globuled glass;
Italy’s smothering stream of sophistication
spreads slowly and spits at the saucepan.
Somewhere, culture’s golden wine
and vinegar’s compatriot rests
on a sun-basked tablecloth
but here, in this dank kitchen,
the calorific cooking-cider oozes,
a slippery lettuce leaf flood.
Yes, the nectar of the Med glistens sadly,
sleek muscle-wax
of Homeric hero’s back.

… The extra-virgin oil of the olive.