She serves me a piece of it a few minutes
out of the oven. A little steam rises
(资料图)
from the slits on top. Sugar and spice -
cinnamon - burned into the crust.
But she"s wearing these dark glasses
in the kitchen at ten o"clock
in the morning - everything nice -
as she watches me break off
a piece, bring it to my mouth,
and blow on it. My daughter"s kitchen,
in winter. I fork the pie in
and tell myself to stay out of it.
She says she loves him. No way
Could it be worse.
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