1 ½ cups coarsely chopped cranberries

there are easier ways but I support
each one, whether almost black
or nearly pink, in the V my
thumb makes opposing my forefinger.

nipples are not cranberries but there is
memory in motion.

I slice them in half so they can no longer
roll off the cutting board. Ten or twelve,
maybe fifteen at a time. Repeated
until the mark in the glass
measuring cup is reached.

there is no hurry to complete a task
that draws out the day, there are too few
before the arbitrary line is met



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