Meatloaf and Peas
https://poems.culturing.net/2026/10/07/meatloaf-and-peas/
He sits in the kitchen for some reason
terrified. The smell of meatloaf and peas
would be burned in his mind forever,
a memento of one thing that
felt safe, the harbor in a whirling storm.
The cause of that storm would be lost,
but the damage remains.
