He always called me “Poundcake.”
I don't know exactly why.
He said it had something to do with nutmeg,
And the way my lip-gloss tasted.
He'd get a far away glaze in his eyes,
As I ground down into the flour sack.
Then he'd shake while I sifted,
"Don't move! Don't make a sound!" I’d whisper.
I don't know exactly why.
He said it had something to do with nutmeg,
And the way my lip-gloss tasted.
He'd get a far away glaze in his eyes,
As I ground down into the flour sack.
Then he'd shake while I sifted,
"Don't move! Don't make a sound!" I’d whisper.
A pint's a pound the world around,
And a pound's a pint, when it's out of sight.
-jenn long
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