Passover Turkey
My brother
was sure
that turkey unaccompanied
by stuffing
would mount its own protest
in his stomach.
Passover turkey, he growled,
was almost on par
with Chanukah/Khanike ham.
But when he thrust
some of the rich dark meat
into his mouth
and deigned to know
the split-baked potato,
apple sauce squash slice
and green peas,
he stopped grumbling
and calling on subterranean stomach deities
and settled down to calm determined eating
with the courage of his incisors.
And the almond macaroons that greeted him for dessert?
They danced.
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