Tuesdays are for Baking and Breaking.

Passive aggressive calculations and
spiralling skeins of sugar mean we are
at peace eating corrupt cookie dough -
raw egg contaminated the taste.

My apron on the tiles, cottony flour,
crumpled in defeat. His spatula,
batter slicked, on the counter top
in repetant diffidence.

We ate chocolate chips until
our hands were coated.
The only evidence of sweetness -
superficial at best.

Arsenic would have been
a better dessert.