Comfort Food

She makes this dish for me:
hot yellow potatoes cut in half
stirred up with long green beans
and crisp flakes of bacon,
all drowned and roasted
in butter and black pepper

and when she pulls back
the tin and the steam
spills aromatic into the air

I feel a little less empty
even if I will still
go home hungry later on.

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