Glenny

                                    -For Aunt Glenny
it sloshed and buckled
   but only one scoop splashed to
      the floor and
the frizzed blonde hair, frazzled
with humidity and still smelling
    of seaweed stink
from the cool dip in the ocean,
picked up the gooey blotch
    of ice cream and threw it in the trashcan.
vanilla squished between her fingers
and played
    hide    and    seek
in pink cuticles;
but all were washed away in the sink.
Tree Knotted Cushion Hands lift lightly
   the oreo pie crust
      layered in too much cream and whipped milk
and cool whip and
     a whole oil rig of eight kinds of chocolate,
all into the freezer to set.
when we passed around the ice cream pie,
everyone smiled and cookie bits blackened their teeth.
it was beautiful.
 especially You.

now I'm the only one left to know
how to chef an ice cream pie.

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