Hands Off

They’re dining once a week now, and they cook
the dish her aging foster kid desires.
He watches kitchen shows, she reads a book,
selecting to avoid the use of fryers.
She says she has him listen, taste, and look –
she wants to teach him how the work inspires
a healthy motive, brain to gut to bone,
but when he’s there, she lets him ply his phone.

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