Sat at the table
We looked
Upon
Chicken and potatoes
Sourdough bread
With holes
Bigger than the ones
You pierced in my soul
The oven tinged
We spoke
As the words
Entangled
In our mouths
Chewing on the past
We didn’t understand
The last
The fast
The too much eating
The family dying
We put more on our plates
To swallow the grief
Of the conversations
We couldn’t have
Angèle Eliane is a French writer living in London. Her work has been published in Entropy Mag, The Mechanics Institute Review, Psyche Magazine and La Plume. She has recently graduated from an MA in Creative Writing at Birkbeck and is working on her first collection of personal essays.
