Flour on the Counter

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

We press the dough outward with impatient knuckles. One edge stays thick. The middle tears and takes a patch. Tomato reaches the cookbook. Mozzarella misses half the tray. The finished pizza is not round, but it holds what we chose: mushrooms on your side, olives on mine, and basil across the border.
52 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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