I nibble on the ten
pound
easter ham
sitting on a plate
in the ice box.
potatoes gathered around
it like hard
buttered pillows.
I move the foot tall
milk chocolate
rabbit to the side
and look at the asparagus
lined
up, leaning upon
one another in some green
disturbing way.
I reach in and find
the pie.
boston cream.
that's a good start.
no need to slice,
just bring the tin up
with a fork.
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