remember oatmeal?
hot, sugared mounds of it
emerging from pools of cream
remember potatoes?
mashed with the skins on
tiny bursts of salt and garlic
remember tea?
silky on the tongue, small pucker
then crunchy, sweet toast with jam
remember the kitchen floor?
the dog’s belly, the dust suspended
sunlight the enthused magician
a miracle caught unawares
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