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Beige
I stand
just as I have
for many years
in a noisy kitchen
full of familiar faces
repeated stories
caught in hot air
bubbles, heavy
in the scent of sage
and wonder
of future turkeys
endless potatoes
to be mashed
stirring at the stove
the more beige
I become
the more invisible
tess kincaid
November 2011
Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor
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