Too Far Gone
dinner dark
like blackened corn on a husk
mother hits me with the blunt force of leftover liver
frying pan bled
densely knotted
unanchored from Julia Child cuisine
mother's radical rejection of normal kid food
that punches through my faith in parenting
meal of grievance
tough liver that dents gravity
that requires self sacrifice
unsettling
like imperishable grief
do I let go of my fears?
for a factory-floor meal
gone to the dogs
(if only I had one!)
Poem composed July 17/2022
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2022
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