Madeleines for Sale by Hibah Shabkhez
Though we march together, step after step,
Time steals you from me. You glide out softly
From memory, like the wording and pep
Of an earworm, or healthy oven-free
Recipes that we meant and meant to learn
But never did. And so here I stand, left
Holding six eggs and a vulture-shaped urn,
Stirred and stirring and not-quite-bereft
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