i love
the taste
of a good
cranberry sauce
i love
the memory
of the label
and the wave
i love
the sound
of escaped
air
when you
splooshed it
open
and shook it
out
in a cylinder
of red
in the fancy bowl
i love
the fact that
no one else
likes this
jellied mess
of originality
just me
and the ghost
of you
fork poised
for another bite
(eat)
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