Try my giblets, liver sauteed
in cognac and green peppercorns.
Careful with my heart,
take dainty bites around its metal bits,
aftermarket parts sewn in by surgeons,
built to last longer than I’ll need.
You see the cook was distracted
when I was made, cooking left her bored.
Lost in her incessantly private thoughts
she burned the pan,
left my tender pieces seared and crumbly.
Once she dropped me
in the big pot, she found
the constant stirring insufferable,
the bouquet mismatched, tastes veering
from soggy fries to herbed chevre.
I was her stew that wouldn’t mellow, a turmoil
of hairy carrots, kale, and stringy meat.
But now that the cook has thankfully quit,
take what you want, I’ve little need
of anything that was hers. I’ve softened,
a congenial leftover, ready to warm.
Jane Edna Mohler is a Bucks County Poet Laureate Emeritus (Pennsylvania) and a two-time Pushcart nominee. Kelsay Books published her collection Broken Umbrellas in 2019. Recent publications include Quartet, River Heron Review, and One Art. Jane is Poetry Editor of the Schuylkill Valley Journal of Philadelphia.