I Made Biscuits Again
I bake – my hands, they roll – they squeeze and stir;
And while they do, I dip in days slung past.
There was a time when I could break your heart
And have you beg; your knees bent for my kiss –
Your eyes would flick to mine and ask me when?
When will our touch be tied? When will the air
Between us lift with songs of skips and beats
That sing I love, you love – we love! I think
That there was not a fool like me. I mix
This in with bits and chocolate chips. I wait
For mouths to eat.
Jane Burn is a North East based writer who is part of the lively local spoken word scene and regularly attend open mic’ events such as Jibba Jabba as well as regularly performing guest slots. Her work has featured in Material and The Edge magazines, and will be included in the next issue of Butcher’s Dog.