Three bottles of Kewpie, late night Amazon rampage, too anxious to wait for a trip to the Asian store an hour away. Three bottles of Japanese mayonnaise, different because of sugar and egg yolk. I’ve tried to replicate it, ever the DIYer, and it’s not the same. Three bottles of mayonnaise with a doll on the wrapper, bottles to squeeze like a doll, arms outstretched, waiting for the love.
Three bottles of mayonnaise with star-shaped tip, for what I don’t know since mayo isn’t the most stable of dressings. I think of it as temporary amusement, like the rest of life, temporary. If I live long enough to use up all three bottles, I’ll be satisfied. Who can ask for more?
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Long Islander by birth, CHERYL A. RICE has called New York’s Hudson Valley home for almost forty years. She has been a member of Calling All Poets, Poetry Society of Woodstock, Albany Poets, and the Hudson Valley Writers Guild. Rice is the founder/host of the now-defunct Sylvia Plath Bake-Off, held from 1993 to 2002.Publications include Love’s Compass (Kung Fu Treachery Press), Until The Words Came (Post Traumatic Press), Moses Parts the Tulips (APD Press), and My Minnesota Boyhood (Post Traumatic Press). Rice took First Prize in the 2016 Stephen A. DiBiase Poetry Prize. Her blog is at: http://flyingmonkeyprods.blogspot.com/.
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