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door. She's never had to wait for anything in her      apology it just wouldn't be proper etiquette. She
life.                                                  thinks you've done your best to accommodate her
                                                       needs, or maybe she figures that you're just too
          Yeah, you'll show her. You don't have to     dumb to realize that the chicken is burnt. You don't
measure up to her standards. You smell something       have to be smart to be a chef, right? She'll accept
burning so you know that the chicken is done. You      your food as an act of charity. That will be her
walk back over to the counter and prepare the dish.    kind deed for the year. After all, the chicken is
This time, you make sure that she has more than        well-done. She won't have to worry about Salmo-
enough chicken on her plate. You decide to serve       nella.
her the dish yourself. You walk out the door and
head towards her table. Seeing you, the widow                    "Young man," the widow says, "would you
stiffens.                                              be so kind as to give me another serving of garlic
                                                       and butter sauce."
          "I'm sorry Senora," you say, your voice
thick with apology. "I made sure this time that the              "But of course," you reply. "Anything
chicken was well-done." You hand her the plate.        else?"

          "Thank you," she says reluctantly, eyeing              "No. That will be all, thank you."
the burnt pieces of chicken amidst the lobster, clams            You turn around and stroll back to the
and rice. She takes the plate and places it in front   kitchen. You know why she asked for the extra
of her.                                                sauce. You can just imagine her heaping loads of
                                                       this stuff onto her plate to relinquish some taste
          "Mmmm, that really looks good," her friend   from the chicken. A devilish smile crosses your
says awkwardly.                                        lips. Your evening just got a whole lot better.

          The widow smiles slightly. You know she
won't dare send the food back this time. After your

     scandere

Scansion of her life that never fit
into classic iambs or feet running
out of things to say

       Would he see her if he closed his i's
       and opened his you's
       and slipped into something less glassy
and noticed her distorted reflection
lost in translation to his savage tongue.

               Erin Clarke
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