08-05-2015, 02:29 PM
Our play, a meandering
extravagance of conversation,
walks like an overweight chef
towards a pastry pantry flour drawer.
A man in the front row smells the rising yeast
and smiles, perhaps remembering
the slow baked tarts of grandmother’s
clean tiled kitchen.
Behind him,
a woman tastes her husband’s
black crust pie, choking down vomit
as a scowl forms.
extravagance of conversation,
walks like an overweight chef
towards a pastry pantry flour drawer.
A man in the front row smells the rising yeast
and smiles, perhaps remembering
the slow baked tarts of grandmother’s
clean tiled kitchen.
Behind him,
a woman tastes her husband’s
black crust pie, choking down vomit
as a scowl forms.