Originally posted 5/27/2010.
I made beautiful meals
which fell apart —
overcooked and fussy dishes
that crumbled into fibers and mush
as I set them before you,
so I made harder, plainer foods.
These curdled into leather
and hardwood — they proved
impossible to chew,
and you turned away.
I made an effort after that to balance
the artful and the hearty
in one meal, tried to be
master of all you desire.
You just looked at me and said,
“It’s…interesting…”
Now, we just order out.
You seem happy.
You seem to like this better.
I am trying to consider this an improvement
although to be honest,
I’m feeling more than a little unnecessary.

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