While snapping green beans

I sit in the sun today  
Presently it is gorgeous
And always subject to change  
There is music in my ears  
Pokey Lafarge  
"I need something to, fuck me up!"  
It is down home muddy water wailing  
I am snapping beans  
Grinning at the pop  
And eating what drops  
The music changes  
 "But nothing, is never ending.."  
In my headphones  
And I consider this  
And look at the familiarity in my hands  
They are my grandma's knuckles  
As they bend the beans and I hear them spit  
Easily manipulating 3, 4 at a time  
I see her in them so clear  
And I see my mother bent over a row  
And I see my youth beside her  
The woman's voice in my ears  
Is throaty and sexy  
Now I find a sensuality in the task  
It's intent to pleasure the receiver  
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon  
And feel a peculiar satisfaction  
The pleasure of pleasuring  
And it might be afternoon  
And it will feel like mid day love making  
The serious and just must have you  
Delicious kind  
"And nothing is never ending.. "  
Oooh ooh ooooh...  
I sing and drop the green beans in the pot  
The onion and bacon, the fat grey mushrooms  
I wonder if my mother ever felt this way  
I bet so, hope she still does  
I see her in the kitchen, my step dad  
And her way with him  
And my Grandma  
With my Grampa  
Hope she did  
I bet so  
That would have been something strange to understand back then  
But now..  
Oooh oooh oooh...  
"Nothing, is never ending...  "  
I miss my husband today  
It is not often I do this much  
When this pot is done  
There are many hands that will be anxious for the spoon  
But none with the look in his eyes  
They would simmer through the swallow  
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation  
The last weekend I had with my son  
I taught my future daughter in law to crochet, just she and I  
It was a sweet few hours  
The next time I can  
I will show her how to make a good pot of green beans  
Oooh ooh oooh...  
"Nothing, is never ending.."  
I think the lady might be mistaken
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Author's Note
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The pot smells so good
Music: pokey lafarge, fuck me up
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