photo credit: BHD 2017

Black Pepper

DHBogucki
DHBogucki
Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read

A childhood memory carried into my nose.
Velvet sauce,
thick handmade noodles,
beef braised to shredding.
Potatoes because one starch is never enough,
not for Irish blood.
Carrots for tender sweetness.

Mash the veggies together,
have the gravy with the noodles,
eat the beef strip by strip.
Remember your grandmother
before her hair was white.
Fruit cocktail suspended in jell-o,
the sound of a voice aging.

Written by

DHBogucki

Artist, Writer, Tattooist Apprentice, Yoga Teacher, Find me on Instagram, and UnSplash under the same name. https://www.facebook.com/dhbogucki/

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