sacraments
as children we drank powdered milk
with our baloney sandwiches
while father slurped coffee from a saucer
at Christmas he cut micro pieces of halvah
and we drank from small fruit glasses
our rationed coca cola
like a sacrament
we were neither poor nor middle class
happy nor sad
until I ate at a friend’s home
did I even know to want more.
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