We are a collection
Of the parts of the people
Who have fed us and loved us before.
I eat pork ramen, and not chicken
Because my old roommate
Always made it for me
When I boil my mashed potatoes,
I always throw a garlic clove in it
Because that's how my
Father taught me to cook.
My cookbook and my mind
Are simply pieces of the people
Who have loved me
Through the years
08/30/23