I am cooking in the dark. Maybe because I’m lazy. Or possibly in character.
The chopping board is curvy, like a pear, round and cut from spalted beech the time I made a few to embrace womanhood. This woman; all woman, roundness, my roundness, svelte, whatever form or forms or non-forms; the crux.
The boards are pears, split. On the board are pears split in two.
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