I prepare simply,
set you, my children,
my work, the sun and the rain,
blankets and our cat before me
and eat in big bites.
I let my joy of life
grow like fat
around bare bones.
It wiggles in the wind,
stays cool in the sun,
and warm at night.
It keeps the nerves beneath
sheltered and calm.
I used to be foolish,
critical, and always hungry.
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