although
she wouldn't call it that.
she'd call
it stirring red sauce in a
two gallon
pot on the stove.
but there she stood,
calm and collected, her
thoughts elsewhere
as the sauce bubbled
and boiled,
adding salt, or pepper
another garlic clove.
she was there, or somewhere,
but in a far away
place we
were never told.
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