Guess Title and Fill In Blanks, Just One Word.

My mother loves ___ more than I do,

more than anyone. She pulls chunks off

the stick and eats it plain, explaining

cream spun around into ____! Growing up

we ate turkey cutlets sauteed in lemon

and ____, ____ and cheese on green noodles,

___ melting in small pools in the hearts

of Yorkshire puddings, ___ better

than gravy staining white rice yellow,

___ glazing corn in slipping squares,

___ the lava in white volcanoes

of hominy grits, ___ softening

in a white bowl to be creamed with white

sugar, ___ disappearing into

whipped sweet potatoes, with pineapple,

___ melted and curdy to pour

over pancakes, ___ licked off the plate

with warm Alaga syrup. When I picture

the good old days I am grinning greasy

with my brother, having watched the tiger

chase his tail and turn to ___. We are

Mumbo and Jumbo’s children despite

historical revision, despite

our parent’s efforts, glowing from the inside

out, one hundred megawatts of ___.