barefoot in this bright kitchen
we have roles
because we don’t have jobs because we don’t have degrees because we don’t have–
stop. you read the recipe, I grab the:
almond flour, check.
powdered sugar, yes, big heavy bags of it, remember that time you spilled it all over, the kitchen a white, sweet cloud?
I set the eggs out one hour ago because this is one thing I can do right, you can depend on it. hardworking, responsible, hire me.
food coloring, you’ll add that. I don’t want to be blamed again for the bloodred, the highlighter yellow, we have pictures to live up to and you have the steady hand.
I will fold, though, batter into eggwhites, batter into eggwhites, macaronage and my arms hurt but I will not stop and betray you.
we watch the oven the whole 18 minutes–it was 18?–peer through cloudy glass like our lives depend on it and maybe they do.