Jigsaw Pie

Tumbling out, warm oven,
cold linoleum floor.
Steam softly leaps out.
Pulled out of the comfortable
heated oven into the cold kitchen

Jigsaw Pie

Father and sister at the table, wait
to tear in, eyes filled with hunger.
Sick of banana nut cream, key lime,
cherry. Something new to devour.

Jigsaw Pie

Mother’s mittens comfort the freshnew pie,
float it past sterile white
sink, secure and snug in her
soft blue safety net.

Jigsaw Pie

Flying past kitchen, Mother’s arms unfold,
dinning-room leers, artificial,unknown.
Bright cold steel slices
piece by piece until its gone.

Jigsaw Pie

Out of the kitchen, life with the border pieces
missing. Fragmented, incomplete, scattered.
You lay bleeding sweetly on the plate,
waiting for the last bite, the last nibble.

Jigsaw Pie

Outside the window
rain washes away the mud
while you are washed away
with a glass of nonfat milk.