behind the kitchen · cool

the pantry

rows of kitchen-things in jars: salt, dried thyme, the husk of last winter's preserves. each label faded by its own decade.

a small radio on the second shelf is tuned between two stations. it has been there long enough to forget which two. somewhere a humming persists.

you reach for a jar and remember instead a previous reach; nothing has moved here in some time. a letter is wedged between the jars of nothing-particular.