Shelby's Family Matters: Homage to July, the Slave Girl won
the 2008 Bellday Poetry Prize, Allen Grossman, judge. See his work
Lemme tell you about
Mama’s lemon coconut pie. It was never distasteful. How could it be!
She was no sourpuss, to say the least. She’d let me gnaw on a lemon
when I’d take a cold. My father loved that layer of edible white
meat under the thick, brown husk of the coconut. He’d nibble while
she made the pie. He did not quibble about his taste for lemon. It
was pure failure for him.
½ cup sugar
1 stick margarine
5 small eggs or 4 (large) beaten slightly
¾ cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 can coconut or 1 cup grated
Juice of ½ lemon
Mix oleo and sugar. Add other ingredients.
Cook 40 minutes 375.
The taste just puts
you under a spell. You will want to walk under a full moon while
holding your beloved’s hand. You can watch your bodies sway.