Recipe: Heartbreak Bruschetta

Buy crusty French bread

on your way home from the lawyer.

Play music while you slice the baguette

into fewer slices than years you were married.

Chop up tomatoes, olives, garlic,

oregano, memories and red peppers

in any combination you choose.

The mixture will be perfect, which proves

you can make good decisions.

Pour strong olive oil

over food that

behaves so rationally

you would kiss it

if it wasn’t dinner.

Stir.

Heap spoonfuls onto the bread

like a person who has never been stingy with love.

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