sweet dry touch of creamy pink sundown
Edward MyCue
Routine radiating prosperity bank red-lettered
like the family Bible spilling out with photos,
pressed flowers and the four-leaf and the one
six-leaf clover Richard Steger found in Cotati.
Those Steger kids had no eating disorders, and
were keen, keen for bouillabaisse, creme broule,
devilled eggs, shit-on-a-shingle, anything “-capers”
and those little potato dumplings called “gnoche”
served with pesto sauce and a nice crablegmeat-Louie.
Their mother - Irene’s mom, Louise, was a meyter/Tron
born in a summer m…s in the last century (19th)
on the ragged Swiss-French-Italian border, also Piedmontese.
She married a Perrou, an Italian, also Piedmontese.
A Waldensian, Louise was sent to Protestant Marseilles
to a finishing school. Then she came to the United States.
Irene was her only who lived to raise. John
Perrou married again and again. Irene favors pink hues.
