she imagined death as a mother at a hearth
fava beans and fennel
oregano and almond-ground pasta
set to simmer in the three-legged pot
the steam lifted her
kissed her
savory firelight bathed her
a peppered voice anointed her
she imagined death as a mother at a hearth
and such sweet regard ruined her
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