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Cooked Grief Remains

Tears speck noodles,
crusts, slices made
before oven
and urn.

Half loaf of bread
portion of pasta
last bit of rhubarb pie
a feast warmed and set.

Forkfuls churn recall.
Glances up past candles
to stove no one stands before.
Chew and believe

the mortal plane’s last link.
Polish off so as not offend
what poured into food.
She would have wanted you to eat,

to consume memory
in cooking
for nourishment
and that none remains.

Posted 02/23/10
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