A Pot of Beans

by autumn on September 25, 2013

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A pot of beans needs your favorite pot, the one you bought in a parking garage ten years ago for a dollar from the back of someone’s truck. You tried to talk yourself out of it, like the $7 almond butter that always makes its way in and then out of your shopping cart. You’ve stopped trying to describe the ways that you miss the place that you and the pot are from. It’s thin bottomed so the onions always burn.

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A pot of beans is a boy so small he’s still learning his legs. He’s red to the elbows because every fifth or sixth strawberry makes it into his mouth. Maneuvering around him to restock the beans, his father snaps open the pods to check their inhabitants and whispers the names to himself: Calypso, Black Coco, Cranberry. Calypso with Calypso.

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A pot of beans happens on an otherwise horrible day, a day when a woman runs into you in the train station and instead of apologizing, lays her hands on your small body and moves you out of her way. A pot of beans is a constellation on the kitchen table: a big bowl for the shells, a smaller one for the beans, and your working hands in the middle. Water, salt, oil, and a bay leaf–just what you need when you need a little less.

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1 Elizabeth September 25, 2013 at 12:16 am

Loved this, Autumn. Beautiful.

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2 Molly (Sprue Story) September 25, 2013 at 1:23 pm

I completely agree. Trains really seem to bring out the worst in people, don’t they?

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3 autumn September 25, 2013 at 7:52 pm

right, Molly? I’m definitely at fault too. There are so many times when I catch myself totally scowling and being grumpy for no reason on the subway.

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4 autumn September 25, 2013 at 7:46 pm

Thanks, Elizabeth! That means a lot.

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5 Sarah Crowder (punctuated. with food) September 25, 2013 at 1:30 pm

You guys, I either follow some very talented writers or I’m an emotional wreck this morning, or perhaps both? Second time tearing up today. Absolutely beautiful, Autumn.

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6 autumn September 25, 2013 at 7:53 pm

aww, sarah! so sweet. Thank you <3

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7 kelly @ kellybakes September 25, 2013 at 7:32 pm

oh I love this so. Beautiful pictures–both the ones you created in words and in the ones in pixels.

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8 autumn September 25, 2013 at 7:54 pm

Thank you, my dear!

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9 emily September 26, 2013 at 3:39 pm

Wow. I was so caught off-guard by this and now totally awestruck by your writing. Beautiful.

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