of garlic
which makes sense
since i just stirred a few
cloves into a sauce pan
with olive oil and onions.
preparing a dish
for later.
it's a good smell.
it smells like how i imagine
italy smells.
i almost see sophia
in the kitchen beside me
in her red apron,
singing
a song, her hands in flour,
her black eyes, like olives,
alive with mischief.
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