to take
a nap, i ask her, as she
peels
another potato
into the sink.
she's wearing her
satin black apron.
i nudge her with
an elbow, gently
in the ribs.
oh, i smell what
you're cooking,
she says.
i'll be right up,
just let me put these
in a pot of water,
on low.
how much time,
we got?
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