Poem 20151105

the heart is a piece of meat

i know
because i saw
my mother
pull the innards out of turkeys
at thanksgiving

she salted and peppered them
along with some squishy red
organs
and fried them in a saucepan
then cut them into bits
and used them to make
gravy

and when we poured it over
mashed potatoes
stuffing
rolls
and roasted turkey meat
you could see the bits
and pieces
of that heart

and the thought never occurred
to be grateful for the heart
and no one asked
–what had the turkey loved
that had that made the heart
sufficient?

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