crimping the edges
of the pie crust as if
the world depends on it
*
hiding a key
inside the scent of baking apples—
hoping you’ll use it with me
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged pie, poem on November 28, 2015| 1 Comment »
crimping the edges
of the pie crust as if
the world depends on it
*
hiding a key
inside the scent of baking apples—
hoping you’ll use it with me