Apple & Pepper

His kitchen always
Smelled like
Apple & Pepper

I’d walk in
And he’d fix me
A plate
Of leftovers

Asymmetrical art
Hung on all his walls
And his unmade bed
Held onto cologne
That was not his

We’d argue over
Who makes the best
Rack of lamb in town
And he’d mention
Having reservations

I complimented him
On his cooking
And he’d ask me
If it were missing something