Tag: memoir

Kitchen #7: The Truman Show

The Truman Apartments, 200 East 100 North, Provo, Utah (or thereabouts)

October, 1985

I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans,
and followed in my imagination by the store detective.

– Alan Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California”


She is in a movie. She is 19 and a student at Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah.



Same thing.

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Kitchen 3: Cereal Polygamy

The first wife buried the second wife on the other side of the cemetery.

… and the moon comes up as the moon
(All its images are in the dump) and you see
As a man (not like an image of a man),
You see the moon rise in the empty sky.

Wallace Stevens, “The Man on the Dump”

Helaman Hall, Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah

The Bowl: Deep, but not too deep. Copious. But not too big so as to make your cereal seem small in the space provided. White. Artificial colors look so much brighter against pure white.

The Conversation in my Head: “Crunchberries fit into a food group.”

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Kitchen 2: Memory’s Core

 10 Depot Street, Manti, Utah

My grandmother could remove the peel from an apple in one piece. Over and over, her thumb and forefinger would push the blade to the perfect position, taking away what wasn’t the pie.

This story is an apple peeled, skin broken. I was eight when she fell and broke her hip in the hundred-year-old pink sandstone house her grandfather built.

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