Our wing'ed friend's most important role
She dances between blossoms
Sweet and fragrant of soft pink and white
Lapping juice for her hive
Oh but for us
Almonds!
Brown and lovely ovals
Buttery nutty goodness
Transformed back to flour form
This busy bee,
Her hands deft and nimble
The alchemy of dries and wets
With all those perfect
Into pastry's most noble member
The Macaron
Words don't fail me now Spill out like the wails of mothers losing their babies at the auction block words comfort me like the prayers at dawn during The Fast to our benevolent God Muster up lifelong
It feels like flushed cheeks and pulsating jawbones It feels empty It feels like blood rapidly popping as it travels from heart It feels like nothing It feels like under/over eating It feels like a vo
The anxiety makes the stomach flip The depression makes the limbs heavy The tug and pull Is overwhelming and nauseating Gags Short breaths Teeth chattering Big sighs as tears roll down
