and when the lights went out
the oven turned off, the room went dark.
we called to one another and the dog
barked as she chased an imaginary rabbit.
the cookies were already spooned onto the
the heat of the oven, the darkness
and when the lights came on,
the cookies reappeared and the oven light
glowed orange, the lights hummed,
cyclists raced across the TV screen
and S called to me to come,
to come and see where we would
travel next year.