this fig
jam
across the Saltine cracker,
over the kitchen
sink,
i think of you.
how in love
you were
with assorted crostini,
cheese too.
how you held the silver
spoon,
and dipped
and then delicately
spread the brie
across
with a special knife,
rounded
with an ivory handle,
your grandmother's
i presume.
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