her pies.
apple, cherry, peach.
mince meat.
the oven, the ingredients,
the mixing.
on and on.
always with those pies.
my eyes glaze
over.
please stop. i tell her.
enough
with all this pie talk.
then she slips a slice
of blueberry
crumb pie
in front of me. and now
i can't stop talking
about them.
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