Written by Gabriella Troy
Art by Marta Dzedyshko


wafting to the old porch swing
where you told me stories about
fauna on the prairie and
mischievous schoolboys
like your life was a folktale
from a world beyond mine
the scent of banana cream pie
promised happiness
warming in the oven at your house

your eyes would grow distant
and my tummy’s grumbles would fade
the seconds blurred faster
on the timer in your hand
that awoke to pull me inside
a hug in your warmth
and then pie in my heart

I never liked bananas but
it’s all i’m hungry for now
just a taste of your sugar
to remedy the sour scar
you left behind