The ghost who haunts my kitchen is throwing a fit again.
It’s thwarting my attempt to prepare a simple apple pie.
“Oh, not this again,” the apparition wails,
“I won’t be a party to this.”
“Well,” I say, “I just want a little sugar on my tongue,”
so tell me, “Why should the dead be concerned about
what I do with my life?”
“Why don’t the living listen to anyone but themselves?”
Because we’re too busy with living, I suppose.
When I finally convince the obstinate spirit to allow
a compromise–a carrot cake, not the healthiest
confection but one with vegetables!–it relents,
and the drawers, the cupboards open again;
the knobs on the oven turn freely once more.
“Do what you must,” sighs the ghost who haunts
I’m not sad. I try not to be sad.
However, I really could use some comfort food.
Copyright 2013 by Michael Marsters.
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