apple butter and squirrel stew

we met once

in a coffee shop in Richmond.

she drove

in from Winchester.

she brought

me a selection of prize

winning 

jars of apple butter, that

she personally

made.

you need to come to

the apple butter festival

next year

she told me

as i unscrewed one of

the jars

and gave it a taste.

it was pretty good.

i'm a whittler,

do you like to whittle?

nah,

i do whistle though.

that's not the same, she

said.

she gave me a handwritten

recipe

for squirrel stew,

her mother's,

before she left, kissing

me on the cheek,

never to be seen again.