From the collection published in 2021, The Immediate and No Sooner.
Shadorma 312
8/13/20
Red sauce and
your shirt ruined so I
cut fabric
sew seams. Now
you have an apron to wear.
Cook and think of me.
Shadorma 313
8/13/20
Behind me
the rain approaches
sweeps across
the flat roof
lines of dominos fall hard
overhead. I flinch.
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
#312 makes me think you have been spying on me!!
I believe there are certain people who spill on themselves because of some innate talent for it…my husband being one of those persons. Maybe you are too? !!!
The first poem makes me think of an affliction I suffer from. Any time I wear a white top when making curry I inevitably get splattered and the top is irretrievably stained. I keep them to wear for messy jobs like painting and avoid buying white clothes.
Yes, I have stopped buying white shirts for the same reason. My husband is much worse than me, he spills on everything, I buy him dark colors as much as I can…
My husband is terrible for getting oil and grease on clothes. Sometimes I am able to get the stain out and sometimes I cannot.
You know, my mother could get any stain out of clothes. I never could learn how she did it. There might have been something supernatural about it, I sometimes thought, because I never saw anyone have the kind of successes she had (butter dripped all down the front of a shirt, indelible ink stains…all gone…)
I wish I knew her magic trick.
My daughter bought me an apron for cooking. I need it, I use it. I’m grateful. (K)
Yes. I have some too and have been grateful for their protection since a lot of splatter seems to happen when I’m cooking…