by Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor
I think careful cooking is love, don't you?
~Julia Child
Isaac's not mentioned
once replaced by the ram,
only his sparing. Not one
ounce of disappointment,
not one question
about an unfit parent,
only people singing.
Show me how we prevent
fathers from sacrificing
children to honor
Gods with offerings.
Show me a mother
who wouldn't bind
babies to a stranger
to recover an hour
over the fire alone.
The "card-carrying carnivore,"
Julia Child's just one
whose sacrifice—
hers to Boeuf Bourguignon—
was childlessness.
My son and daughter
bound to rock-like seats
in the sanctuary, augur
their own dismay.
To feel God in my hands
what wouldn't I give away?
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