Late at night I lie in bed and picture

The communication we could have had this evening

Before you retreated to your room

With a walled-in “goodnight.”

I see us in the kitchen while I toss ingredients

Into measuring cups and bowls, mixing the batter

For your sister’s thirteenth birthday cake, squinting at

The old, splotched recipe scribbled on scratch paper

While you lean your elbows on the counter—

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