Aunt Betty Stainbrook-image from poetess' personal scrapbook
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fruitcake—a relic of old kitchens and winter hands. Each bite carries memories of my forgotten aunts, their sugar-dusted aprons, and their pertinacious love wrapped in parchment paper. Stubbornly sweet, and dense. Cut a thin slice, let it dissolve slowly on your tongue. Time becomes edible.
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