Lessons On Taste
standing around the stove
mashing tomatoes in our hands,
her palms giving the sauce it's extra touch,
as we laugh
she’s filling my head with recipes
for love, hope, success
as we roll the meatballs in breadcrumbs
her hands shaking
I am a scribe
for translating how to be
a worry free woman
enriching our roots
we make love in the kitchen
place the plates
we want you to taste
from our lesson book
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