For the Cause

A poem.

For the Cause

Stinging tears
like hot water
Eyes swollen around
a world of blur

I stumble back
to my agony's source
willing the pain for
a worthy end

Comforted
by the waft
of cumin, oregano,
tomato, garlic

I chop, I weep,
chop again
asking of the heavens
as tears run on
without heartache

What's chili
without the onions?

Katherine Hauswirth

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