Of Lifeless Equivalencies
Sarah Bigham

The first was made
without sugar,

an error of haste or
stress or

care.

Instead, a slab entombed in thinly
ridged metal,

anemic cardboard, and
impenetrable plastic:

embalmed

for a celebration not
my own.

I do not want
a stranger’s

pie.


Sarah Bigham teaches, writes, and paints in Maryland where she lives with her kind chemist wife, their three independent cats, and an unwieldy herb garden. A Pushcart nominee, her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in Bacopa, EntropyFourth & SycamoreThe Quotable, Rabbit, Touch, and other great places for readers and writers. Find her at www.sgbigham.com.

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