Stein, who was determined to tell the hard truth.
It shows that there is no mistake. And, indeed
It’s difficult to prove she ever made one.
We would love to be that immune to reproof,
But in this discursive absence where we risk
Discovery, we have substituted lack
Of charm for indecipherability.
A quiet lack of charm, of concrete details,
Of hurt-filled memories, personality,
Stirring courage, or lively gossip, all these
Keep us raw, vegetables, low in sugar,
Low in umami, rotting slowly below
Your line of sight, here at the back of the fridge,
Where we eagerly await the compost heap.
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