OLD WOMAN
Don’t bake banana bread for a boy.
Especially at your age.
Because he will eat it all. And forget.
And block you from his Facebook Wall.
And the crumbs will rest there on your feet
and fall there on the floor.
So you will sweep.
And throw it away in the garbage with the cutips.
And that will be the end.
And the light that surrounds you will go dark.
And that darkness will rest in your heart.
It’s the kind you lament.
And the kind you never thought would be there.
And even when you’re breathing below a man
who tells you over coffee
how effortlessly beautiful you seem to be
you will still remember white nights
hair up or down
dust settling
first times
and the way he looks in the mornings
and how you spent all afternoon neglecting everything
to bake him banana bread
sometimes with chocolate chips.
Lovely.
thank you be careful when you bake!
thanks clare