The Sound of People Making Love

For his birthday,
I my father cooked a
New England seafood
chowder & bought him
a Marlborough bottle
, all fridgecold
                —his favourite.

& as I sautéed
the onions, away
                , I heard
my mother ask—‘any
good?’ ‘it’s all right’
‘just all right?’
‘yeh,it’s all right’

‘it’s’ I said ‘awardwinning’
from salsesclerk ‘all right’ & the day
of summer from spring
                went slowly
around my living room as
the windows of everything
around us looked out to

orange & I thought
that might blood
hang so much like a noose
in the fluorescent green
                of feelings, son ,
as the pan’s ingredients
mixed & hissed so much like love?