The Two of Pentacles
a love letter on family plots, semantic poles, and breaking both.
Dear Kiernan, my love,
In the kitchen this morning: I'm making "gift eggs," a sometimes breakfast item that Theo will eat. Good ciabatta bread with the heart ripped out, filled with egg white, fried over olive oil and some salt (only a little bit of pepper, Mom, only a little bit, Theo said this morning, shock of shocks, he normally refuses it in totalit…