her on her green beans.
delicious, i tell
her as i move
a pile around my plate.
more salt,
she asks,
butter, pepper?
it's my mother's recipe.
no, please, they're
prefect the way they
are,
and don't get me started
on this trout,
i say as i pick the bones
from my teeth.
have you ever thought
of starting your own
restaurant, i ask,
coughing out a potato peel.
you're so sweet, she says.
wait till you
get dessert.
you like jello, don't you?
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