MOVING ON
by Laurie Kolp
I submerge fingers
in raw meat and squeeze
curlicues into a mound.
The seasoning squishes
egg yolk, ketchup, bread crumbs
mixed by hands
as cold as winter nights
without you here. Soon enough
hunger will call me
to the table. I’ll savor
your favorite meal, your plate
my empty heart.
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