"Pot Roast, Unburnt" by Lannie Stabile
Pot Roast, Unburnt
Let’s go back in time; rewind
to the lost boy in the woods.
To the frailty of shared molecules
and the aggressive scent of burning
pot roast whose only thought
was to tenderize for family.
As unsullied siblings, let us return
to when we didn't catch dirty jokes
in Saturday morning cartoons.
Or you did but still let me laugh
along, fresh and impressionable. I
don’t know when regard became
rivalry became panic became
rabbit became snake became pit,
but I know I trusted you once
or twice. Maybe it was puberty,
fury growing faster than our cells.
Or our fervent disagreement on
button smashing. Or maybe fire
was the only role model we had.
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