Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen 9:30pm

I see A Universe

lurking in the bottom

of My Dirty Broiler Pan

–

Before I pour the steak juice

down the sink

let Me tell You what I see:

–

I see Suns, many many Suns

made from fat globules

some closer, some farther

in a wash of reddish

nebulae

in the upper left-hand corner

— the right side

holds residual stars

too numerous

to count

& soon to dissolve

in dish soap

& even after cleaning

The Pan Itself

reveals an infinite

dusting

of white matter

baked in

Its enamel