Grocery lists
bumpy as a bee
carrying the pen
My eyes
to a squint
and I could decipher:
Cucumbers
tomatoes
garlic (extra)
Gazpacho –
Beets
ripe, red
thick
and cold
Borscht –
Matzo Meal
round
cut with a knife
no floating chicken
salty
Matzo ball soup –
Eyes shut tight
in the chair of a giant,
Marriage of Figaro , and you,
in a synchronized hum.
“What is with the Goddamn chopping!?
Yummy
Perfect
Just the way,
I remember…”
I love how these poems are capturing these memories, these moments with crystalline precision.
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Your poems truly give us the sense as if we’re stepping into these moments with you.
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