Arielle Tipa "Untitled"

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A woman would often brag of the semblance she bore
to a Russian baroness, of the many battles won
over take-out or potluck.
She, like Julia Child, considered butter the solution to
everything –
but never once acknowledged the beautiful curiosities
her daughter exhumed.
Her daughter –
who would contemplate the effectiveness of a scarab brooch
or the anatomy of an ankle bracelet
while reading the instructions of
a Japanese radio manual.
All this woman wondered was
why their mailbox was tethered to a garden gnome.