It's daffodil Season, and so I
think of winters past
Remember
how we used to season
our sweet
potatoes with
oregano
you kept in a tiny jar
My old fashioned
candy heart
would get sticky... as I watch you
hovering
lovingly over such
a warm stove fingers earnest
and reverent,
saxophone,
careful-l-y dropping fairy dust
on 'range sleep wedges
...
breathing like
warm crystal in the window
We'd smash
potatoes
into shape-shifting
pools
dark
thick
tomato .ketch up.
that glistened in the steamy house.
Caution not, leaning back
smiling at eachother for making
for...
living
such a day worthy of that moment
bellies full
of equal parts
ketchup and sweet potato, timeless
orange and red..
But most of all your oregano, a secret aphrodisiac of your turning Roma ancestors
no doubt.
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