pie,
the whipped cream.
shaking the can
madly
in the car. i put
the turkey
fillets
in the pan, cook,
the dressing and potatoes.
i stuff
the black olives
with cream cheese
like my mother
used to do.
i even run through a short
dinner
time prayer.
folding my
hands together, and thanking
God
for all things.
and putting in a request
for good
weather
and a sensible gravy
recipe.
in another week, i'll have
it all down.
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