The blackeyed peas are for good luck. The collards are for cash money, honey. The cornbread is for gustatory balance. The cup of black coffee is for the abyss. The syrup is for cosmic entanglements. The butter is for the power of the Sun. The buttermilk is for the shyness of the moon. The salt is from the sea. Your forks and spoons were made long ago. When you eat, you eat with the windows open. You let the breezes malinger. You invite the New Year in for a bite.
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