Day 22: Bread and Funerals
You need carbs to grieve.
Old women sense this.
That’s why old ladies give hearty pastas
and loaves of thick, chewy bread at funerals.
Alcohol for the wake, sure,
But bread for that cold night.
Rolls and loaves, old recipes and new,
Bread and pasta
To absorb what’s inside
To fill the newly hollowed spaces
We know this – we know the old ways of sadness.
I wonder if the gluten-free,
The wheat-haters, the bread-averse,
Squirrel away rolls sub-conciously
When faced with a death.
I cannot imagine eating a fruit bowl
At a funeral and feeling any better.
Drinking green smoothies, eating low-carb crackers-
How does the new age soul revive
In the face of such smooth food?
No one gave me carrots when my mother died.
They gave me lasagna
They gave me casseroles
They gave me bread.
Bread and zinis – enough to fill half the freezer.
And I ate and cried
Until I was full and empty