360: Kitchen Utensils

When I moved out of my second university room,

I was the last person to check the shared kitchen.

Someone had left a white porcelain bowl

shaped like a smirking face with a tiny nose.

I texted the group chat, but nobody knew,

and I liked it too much to leave it behind.

It moved with me into my third university room,

to my fourth and my fifth — and so on and so forth.

Today it sits in my window with its parsley-green hair.

I sit across the room and watch it watch me

and we share a little something, me and that bowl —

a little memory of a kitchen we moved away from long ago.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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