It’s the cake we bake in wartime, without eggs or milk, without flour or chocolate. We bake it without ovens or pans. It’s hard to imagine sitting around the bombed-out kitchen table, eating it without hands, without a mouth, without saving the recipe for some knucklehead in peacetime, in uniform, gung- ho to reenact everything we went without.
Andrea Cohen’s most recent collection of poems, Nightshade, was published last year; a new collection, Everything, will be out in 2021. Cohen’s poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, The Threepenny Review, and elsewhere. She directs the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge, Massachusetts.