oil poured down the drain

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the knock on the front door was the rotten nun
  … …from our distress we did not be relieved

before I was to the door I could hear
her   eyes
        breath
into the face
of what is my family

consolingly   she reaches out her arms
A frying pan she prepared

she reaches out and hands my wife a dish she prepared

with the worst cuts of meat from the deadest of animals
and rice harvested in a garden watered in cess

she says o we need to eat

this dish fried
in oil thrice recycled
oil even from an old drain

and over it we must say grace




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