We Sit by Stephanie Tobia

Lick your plate, place it on black granite
rip French bread from the loaf &
sesame seeds scatter as stars in a galaxy

On white kitchen chairs
raise your right hand, promise

you’ll leave your wife,
move to Boca Grande Florida

refresh & catch monster tarpons
April through August. You say, come along

We eat boneless skinless thighs
trimmed & rendered white fat
chanterelles pan-fried reduction

Pinot Noir & Herbs de Provence
remind you of Grandmother’s
Christmas recipe

Wipe the bottom of the All-Clad
still on the range you hold the bread
skyward like a trophy

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Stephanie Tobia is a candidate for a Masters of Fine Arts in Poetry and Poetry in Translation at Drew University. Her work has been featured in Pleiades Book Review, Atticus Review, and Drew University’s Insanity’s Horse. She is currently a mentor for PEN America’s Prison Writing Program and founded a poetry healing group at a senior rehabilitation center.

Photo: The Printable Cøncept

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