# 26

Cold mashed potatoes in a covered glass bowl. I review the year, staring into the refrigerator. We talk about dated material. Things that have to get into the mail. The year draws in on us as rain gathers on the flat rooftops outside our window. Lentils soak in a bowl. A red bell pepper, sliced open at its center, beside drying lettuce. Sheets of bees wax on the shelf.

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