Saturday, November 26, 2022

stalag 17

she could make two
things.
salmon, not farm
raised, of course,
and soup.
water boiling
with a chicken
bone in it.
that was it.
she had no clue about
how to
put together a sandwich.
peanut butter
and jelly,
or Virginia ham
with cheese, lettuce
tomato
and onion,
and a swipe of mayo.
i lost weight
that year.
i looked like an extra
in Schindler's List
until i found the wire nips,
and climbed
out.

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