In the midst of writing,

I stilled to make myself a peanut butter sandwich,

cut French bread open with scissors,

spread nuts with back end of spoon,

wearing a gray sweater

in the evening’s light,

spreading the dark jam silently,

to music playing.

I saw some beauty here and thought

I will make a mother

with these goods.

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by Shannon Nissa Bailey Powers

10/5/98