In my family,
food and love are
interchangeable.
Our love is twisted into pretzels,
tossed into salad bowls,
fried, crispy like bacon.
It is sticky, sometimes,
leaving behind bits of love
in the caramelled rolls
and homemade taffy.
In my family,
you are never alone,
which means you always have someone to cook for-
you always have someone to love.
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