she didn't like
the way I cut the turkey
on holidays,
so she'd cut
it in the kitchen
to save the embarrassment
of taking
the knife out of my
hand in front of
all our living relatives.
she was kind like
that, but I still believe
in my cutting skills,
and think often
of how that task was taken
away from me.
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