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Like Shells Washed Up On Some Distant Shore

Like Shells Washed Up On Some Distant Shore

Your hands shake now, back bent,

the wheels on your walker spin slowly

across the linoleum, spin slowly past the others,

their morbid shuffle,

windowless dining hall,

a crumb left caught on a cheek,

the slow chew of soft foods and

long, languid lunch.

I can’t stand it in here

I scream quietly,

appetite gone,

soup like green glue slides

down my throat,

your eyes eager.

You so hope

I’ll like it.

At the birthday party

we uncork the memory tube.

The daal is just spicy enough,

cardamom and cumin,

like home.

***

February 2016 - Food
Nourish yourself - mamanomnom
Categories: Poetry

Gillian Kessler

Gillian Kessler can be found dancing to loud music, teaching exuberant children to appreciate language, writing in the early morning when everyone is asleep and exploring the wilds of Montana with her beautiful family. Read more about her eclectic and full life at Baby Kesslers.
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