in a book of recipes
i find
her recipe for stew.
undated, but
stained
and frayed,
often used.
a dead sea scroll
of sorts.
i'd never it seen before
when she
was here.
beef cubed, onions
and carrots.
broth,
salt and pepper,
mushrooms.
a cup of wine.
she was always holding
back so much
that would please
me.
her foot always straddling
the door.
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