Thursday, March 24, 2011

Cookies


they were away
while I baked, knowing full well I was
tempting them with chocolate, sugar, butter, baked to the
most exquisite crispy brown on the outside, melted delirium on the inside,
the aroma filling the house waiting for them
I took down the glasses for cold milk
and hid the scale in the basement for
another day.

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