my mother would set out a tray of about
three hundred
olives on the thanksgiving table.
she'd put them in her special olive
dish she picked up for a dollar
at some yard sale.
the olives, black, green etc. were
all stuffed with cream cheese, or something.
you couldn't help but take a handful and
throw them down
while you waited for the turkey to
finish cooking.
there'd be stalks of celery too, cut
in half, lined up neatly on another dish,
also filled with cream cheese.
they'd all be thrown away.
not once in fifty years did i ever see
anyone eating any of the celery she put out.
the olives, yes. the nuts, the candy,
the chips and chocolate covered pretzels
all gone,
the celery, no takers, but it never stopped
her. every year with the celery.
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