Pizza

The golden-firm crust
Sweet-tangy marinara
Thick, stringy-hot cheese

Two | The End of a Kingdom

Acsel shot upright into a sitting position.

‘Where am I?’

A scratch on the nose
A hand through my hair
A wiggle of the toes
I squirm in my chair

Emergency exits
are entrances, too

“The Child’s Death is a Tragedy.”
“Our Thoughts and Prayers go out to the Family.”
“If only Events such as These could be Prevented!”

A Box of
Mingling
White and Black
Cupcakes.

“Good morning, Ted!”
“Good morning, Ned!”

“How are you on this fine morning, Ted?”
“I am bully, Ned! I have kept very busy this morning!”

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I turn the apple
Over and over
In my hand,

Plain. Ordinary.
Hardened after some time and
Exposed to the air.