Ramekin
I speak when you speak,
say nothing to your everything.
The world is a ramekin filled with bits of ourselves.
It is a recipe for error,
a list of adorations and illusion.
You take my hand and say when I’m gone
there will be others.
The ingredients include vinegar and salt, but no honey.
You hear what I hear, only more.
Teach me to breathe.
Empty this dish.
Tell me.
“Ramekin” was first published in the online anthology Igxante: An Ontology. I am grateful to editor Kate Morgan for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
Oh god, this is so dang beautiful.
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Thanks very much, Lucy. Much appreciated.
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Is it really an error to indulge adorations and illusion? Permission to let oneself be deluded might be the missing honey? (Delusions are gonna happen! Why do we angst so?)
Love the mystery in these lines.
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I believe that moderation is the key. 🙂
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this makes my heart ache it’s so lovely
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Thank you, Candice. I was quite fond of my ramekins…
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I love the word also
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It feels good to say “ramekin,” doesn’t it? 🙂
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I feel I need to make it a regular
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Your wondrous words could be my life story Robert …
“The ingredients include vinegar and salt, but no honey.”
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Well, it’s definitely mine. Or was. 🙂
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That triple imperative at the end really binds the whole thing together … sort of like the Dude’s rug in The Big Lebowski but with a veneer of Okaji gravitas. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy6NSMIBNfg
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Okaji abides…
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