Braised Cabbage

braised cabbage

the door swings open and a puff of cabbage steam hits me in the face

vegetables: cabbage

she puts her hand over the phone. “you want a chocolate soda

grandma is the only person i know—the only person i've ever known—to keep cases of generic diet chocolate soda in her fridge

i stare down at the transparent cabbage

she turned back to the bowl and stirred the mayo in

my mom tried her best: “we just ate a big breakfast; he's not very hungry

bad grandma looked at me and looked back down at the bowl. she continued to mash

the secret's in the mayo

october 13

grandmas

hello sweetheart

i follow her in and think of running up the carpeted stairs to the guest room

i'm on the phone

what are you making?” i ask

ok

she gets a fills it

they lived in south florida—sunrise lakes

i'm not putting up

my mom span around in her seat. “and adam

their apartment was and narrow. on the walls were pictures and pictures of her children and grandchildren from her first marriage and very few

you could hear her wheezing in the kitchen . “tell them i'm in here

we followed the sulfurous smell and approached her

hello

her face was scratchy

how old are you now?” she asked me

are you a boy? do you have a girlfriend

i turned and shook my head

you need a girlfriend

have a little

so i did. i put the spoon in my mouth and swallowed

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