A low denomination coin from 1856, the Kingdom of the Two Scicilies, produces a commonplace Italian kitchen utensil, cheaply bought and passed from mother to daughter, but not before it takes on the power of loss...
Dirty grey pastry
Greasily manipulated
In tiny hands
Wooden pole
Unevenly rolling
The sticky mess
Fixed to surfaces
Don’t eat it
It’s not cooked yet
Ravioli cutter
Zigging, zagging,
Wobbly lines
No plan
No aim
Just rolling
Cutting
Through something soft
It doesn’t have a purpose
Doesn’t go anywhere
Won’t sustain a body
Ting, the wheel
Spin the coin
Feel the weight
Taste the copper
Roll, cut, screw up
Start again
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