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Monday, April 17, 2023

Feasting With the Dead

 

 

dollie tries a new recipe that turns out great

all veggies and broth and her maestro touch with

the spices plus sliced kielbasa her very own impertinence

to the book just gumbo after all but with magic fresh French

bread we scored earlier at the out-of-town bakery

in our silly tootling through the boonies all day all

coming together in one great Ah here at our 

kitchen table under the warm light with the winter’s

early dark outside solid as stone.

 

so it hits us together i think but

i say it first: Dad would have loved this soup

sure he was crazy for beans or anything tasty those

bad years when mom couldn’t stand up to the stove

but he swore he had the best cook in town Dad

who could freeze you with a word ailing weary

at the brink still so nice about that

the way you took care of him near the end love 

god how i want to serve him a bowl just one just that right now

 

and Mom too dollie points out and me sure she loved

to eat those early years starving in the camps gave

her that forever no cook but loved her meals 

skinny as a stick but loved food and the people part

even those years of stomach trouble when every bite was pain later

 

and David, we say more or less together, sweet

David gone so early kids still young everyone wrecked,

that posole he made one year oh what a thing

on fire with New Mexico chiles more like wine not really

too hot a whole pig’s head in the pot god 

would he love a bowl of this or what yeah

David we say and lean our heads together 

to not say Norah oh Norah whose name five

years on we still can’t quite a child for god’s sake

purple nails & pretty tan the always smile a child

our goofy gopher loved everything god

the hurt the why the wrongness but sure loved

cooking with grandma

 

so here they all are, summoned from somewhere

this winter evening in the clean kitchen, places

ready at the big oak table, pot

cooling on the stove but still too warm

to scoop the portions for friends and freezer later:

us and soup and this queer warm winter

where nothing changes and everything does, 

this little moment, forever.


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