The Second Day of Thanksgiving Week
Leftover Apple Dumplings, it turns out,
make a good breakfast. Heated warm
cinnamon caramel sauce melting in hot tea, melting
in my mouth,
pomegranate tang.
My scratch crust, it turns out,
came out perfection. Salted
crisp flakes holding crunchy exoskeleton, hug
pillowed soft apple flesh,
Pink Lady tart.
Four of my children, it turns out,
enormous newborn adults, all
long bodied loud laughter petitions, sighs
“life’s exhausting,
Mama Pie.”
Hot Apple Dumpling Night
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