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