What’s your go-to comfort food?

i eat what doesn’t ask /

bone crust / salt lash /

grief fried in the same pan as his name

i suck the marrow / of a decade

scrape it with a spoon / his ring still in the drawer

no recipe for the aftertaste

comfort is a lie /

i chew the burnt corners of memory

spit prayers into a cracked bowl

oregano / matches /

a hunger too feral for healing

only the hush / only the hush