Olive Oil
by Julianne DiNenna
In hand-me-down pots olive oil boiled,
splattering off the white-haired woman.
Ecco, she said,
passing me the bottle:
This is how you do:
pour, stir.
Her hands large as the spread of leaves
knobby knuckles of olive trunk knots,
garlic-smeared fingers, baby zucchini,
skin of slow-cooked pepper, she
splashed in offspring, fried them up,
stirred with a splintered wooden spoon.
It’s your turn now,
show me how you do.
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