The girl in black returns hungry to an empty house. As the freezer door opens, she pulls out a pepperoni pizza for the first time in three years. She focuses on the cardboard and plastic. She focuses on the timer on the oven. She focuses on the tree out the window. She focuses on anything but the small laminated picture in her pocket for twenty-two minutes. As the oven door lowers, she moves to the side so he can pull the pan out of the oven. She stops. She blinks. She breathes. She pulls the pan out of the oven herself.
(This one I did for a class assignment in which we emulated the techniques Lydia Davis used in her short short story "The Mother.")
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PoetryA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)
