Because I am leaving
I slice the potatoes into fine
Slivers, yellow white like teeth
On the inside. The starchy juices
Waft upwards, seep outwards
As I sprinkle salt over the plate and
Mix with my hands. The oven
Heats our apartment, already warm
And wet from the humid winter air
Because I’ve never known winters like
These so far from home, but I have eaten
Potato chips my whole life.
It is always the emotional nourishment
That brings us closer to home as we
Scrape plates in close proximity
To those who know us, but never
As well as the history of time.
I close my eyes, breathing in the
Earthy aroma and repeat: The love in me
Connects me to the love in others.
Final line from the Spirit Junkie app.