making confectionary they were like your little dresses, the ones we brought with us, for your funeral and never used, baking these biscuits for make-believe girls never-to-be, i wanted to drown in the downiness, the marshmallow world sweet peas and sugared almonds, of lilacs, lavender and golds, picking off the petals, this for you, this for her, this for him this for me, this for them (those tiny two), that never even made it to daylight
