she used to set out the good china
for this holy day.
set the table
so that martha stewart would be proud.
the cloth pressed and neat,
the edges smoothed,
flowers in crystal vases.
silverware, correctly
positioned. candles would be lit.
the house would be clean.
the food cooked
from her favorite
recipes.
it was a feast. a meal fit for
a king and queen.
it was all perfect, the trouble
and darkness of her
life, of the hell she
lived in
and brought to the house
was hidden and unseen.
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