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We went shopping at Inter Marché
You bought Brio chinotto
And flour and eggs
I stood beside you
A little too closely perhaps
Because I always got in the way
But only because I wanted to learn
How you knead the dough
And thinly slice the potatoes
Layering them before adding
A dash of salt and pepper
And pop it in the oven
I didn't know how to cook then
And neither did you at my age, you said
But you learned. And succeeded.
Showing me that practice makes perfect.
Pizza con patate tastes like regret
Because I can't accept that you're gone
And amaretto tastes like despair
Because sorry wasn't enough
To extinguish the flames
Of the bridge that burned
Between us
And all I have left are the ashes
© Cynthia Sappracone
You bought Brio chinotto
And flour and eggs
I stood beside you
A little too closely perhaps
Because I always got in the way
But only because I wanted to learn
How you knead the dough
And thinly slice the potatoes
Layering them before adding
A dash of salt and pepper
And pop it in the oven
I didn't know how to cook then
And neither did you at my age, you said
But you learned. And succeeded.
Showing me that practice makes perfect.
Pizza con patate tastes like regret
Because I can't accept that you're gone
And amaretto tastes like despair
Because sorry wasn't enough
To extinguish the flames
Of the bridge that burned
Between us
And all I have left are the ashes
© Cynthia Sappracone
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