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Fried Mush and Maple Syrup
ОглавлениеYou winked and raised your
index finger to your lips.
The lard spit; I jumped.
You glanced over your shoulder.
You spooned cold yellow squares
into the cast iron pan.
Pale yellow turned to gold,
the edges crisped and browned.
You carefully lifted the squares
onto each white plastic plate.
Slice the butter you said
and handed me the knife.
I put two cool cubes
on fried corn meal squares
and watched them melt, pool
and swim toward the edges.
You removed Aunt Jemima’s cap
and lifted her glass body.
We sat on the floor
watching black and white cartoons.
You whispered, Don’t tell Mommy
I fried mush for breakfast.
I chewed that sticky secret,
so tender, crisp, and rich.