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Homemade - Jan. 25, 2023

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 25, 2023
  • 1 min read

one cookie was L-shaped

as if it had taken a wrong

turn on its way to

the cookie sheet


another looked like a drunk

had made it as round

as the last time

he had walked straight


yet another a clumsy clump

crowded with chocolate chips

gleaming from the sheen

of their dark oils


no two the same

the pitiful with the grand

thin with the fat


for that’s how love makes things

sloppy impulsive and slow-baked

far from the perfection

of what’s sold in boxed dozens


that are baked with a

stale ingredient called emptiness

even cold milk

can’t wash away

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