sitting in my mother's house
wearing
the red, green, blue and yellow
Christmas
sweater she gifted me
just yesterday,
my hand reaches over
to the nut bowl without
looking.
mistakenly i put a Brazil
nut into my
mouth.
i'm afraid to bite down.
it's too hard,
too large,
it may break off a new
crown.
thankfully it's not a shelled
walnut. but
i take it out and offer it
to one of
the dogs
that are roving about
looking for crumbs.
it's taken.
i'm more careful with the next
handful,
sifting through
the salty nuts with my fingers.
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