but the food ain't running low.
"Take some home with you,"
the bloodline women say.
The maid quit
and the chef, too
and a bachelor's a fool
if he turns down a meal.
She reaches out on Christmas
to wish her merry best.
The next day his date
proves his mother right:
"They can see it in your face."
His reply is not a lie.
He misses now a ghost.
Two recipes of his dead grandmother go down
like "soul food and something to eat."
Rehash.
Reheat.
Season to taste.
Whatever you do
don't swallow.
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