Inheritance
by Terri Muuss
When my
mind is a clear, precise thing,
I remember
my
father
standing at
the stove flipping
buttermilk
pancakes
steaming 5
pounds of clams
while
melting butter—how they slid
from the
mesh bag into the pot
like
throated chimes.
(T)his
smile—
the one
without
sharpened
teeth, without
I need to take
things from you Nothing
more
than I love you
It was
lips-teeth-gums with soft
edges and
it felt—
Yes—
dare I
write it—
safe
and came
only when he cooked
which has
always been—
(Oh)
my favorite love
language.
And he looked at me
as if to
say
Take
t h i s
for the dark passage I will
send you on.
* * * * *
Terri Muuss is a social worker, director,
performer, speaker & author whose poetry has received three Pushcart and
two Best of the Net nominations. Her first book, Over Exposed, was
released in 2013 and in 2016 Terri co-edited an anthology of NY women poets
entitled Grabbing the Apple. Terri has performed her one-woman
show, Anatomy of a Doll, around the US and Canada since 1998. Her
second book, godspine, is forthcoming from 3: A Taos
Press. www.terrimuuss.com
..."love language..." This poem.
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