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Red Cabbage Sunrise |
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by Renata McCormish
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(after Carl Warner’s ‘foodscapes’)
When pain gets worse, they go to Warner’s woods. His cancer riding at the back of the throat, voiceless. Basil shrubs brush against their ankles. They pause in the shade of broccoli trees, shake cumin and caraway seeds out of their sandals. The air is heavy with honey and crisp crusts of the bread hills ahead. She runs, arms outstretched, toward a foaming, milk waterfall between two farmhouse loaves. He lifts his eyes toward clouds. Pain is a distant orphan. They spread a blanket on the soft cilantro grass, and lie down, their hands clasped in a silent agreement. The sun casts shadows across potato boulders. They stay there until the sunrise, red cabbage, arrives.
Renata McCormish is a translator, language instructor and the author of Rimbaud’s Echo. Her work has also appeared in MainNtENaNt 5, Poets & Artists, Naugatuck River Review, Urban Paradoxes, Up the Staircase, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, A Surreal Good Time and on the Writers’ Alliance website. Her native language is Czech.
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