Time cut short by a pinch,
the butter, once destined for a child’s bag of ingredients,
fails to make the crumble.
And it
s
l
i
t
h
e
r
s
down
a kitchen cabinet,
greasing a wooden door, and
slodge-piling
onto a
vinyl floor, as a mother’s feet, weary from a once-broken
toe, and a now-broken
morning, slither on
under.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019
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