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Thick,

brown,

hardy.

Three days old. Fats floating in white icebergs.

A little more added each day.

The taste builds

with each scrapping of

white fat & new simmer.

Grandma lives in the aromatic steam,

the stirs with ancient wooden spoon.

Scrape.

Scrape.

Grandmas never

die all the way

They told themselves

They’d find the words

One day.

Sunk deep

They forgot mastery

Was found through

Repeated failure,

Perseverance,

Stubbornness,

A smidge of courage.

Their soul was shallow.

They went along

to get along-

A water off the duck’s back kind-

Just enough to be,

Not enough to do.

Gnomes scatter

leaf litter as

porch lights illuminate

We feared the dragons

not for their ferocious aspect.

Generals quaked

at the vast knowledge

hoarded

to impart over

I swear

the sky went

haint

Sometimes worry invades.

Is my nose broken in 3 places

&

Wives & Mothers

How do you become

YOU

when raised

TO BE

a

Shuttlecock

splattered orange.