Divided
When mom made a cake,
my sister and I licked a spoon,
one for batter, another for frosting.
The last piece of cake divided
equally between us.
When my sister and I
stopped speaking to each other,
my mother stopped making cakes.
At the peak of the fall equinox,
she tossed one spoon into darkness,
the other into light, to see if the sun
or the moon would rise first.
ky li
9.23.15/6:16am
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