she wears pajamas at noon
and frets over whether the banana bread
is overcooked
she notes that she didn't mix the batter very well
we bite into some pockets of salt
and laugh
it's all good.
so we lean over our art work, be what it may,
not particularly attractive, watercolors smeared across
ink and badly drawn on top of it
but as with the banana bread, handmade with love
and delicious
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