100 Words — Tacos

“Group Dinners”

Her only expression of care, even love, she missed giving.

As each person left, drifted to towns across time zones,

Her language fell out of reach.

 

She tried with words

Ordained by men

To keep them tethered.

 

But the cooking, the aromas,

The pallet teasers could not communicate

As they once did.

 

No longer could she

In her giving

Receive,

 

The smiles and jokes,

Camaraderie.

Warmth extrapolated from full stomachs.

 

And so the epicenter of her joy,

The power of nurturing—

Anonymous and kind

 

Fell away.

Leaving her to cultivate alone,

Feeding only herself.

 

 

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Here’s a quick 100 for you guys. I know it’s been a while (almost a month!) But I am hoping to get back to a normal-like schedule soon. This 100 is currently alternating between prose and poem, so consider it rough. But exercise often is, right?

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