Stepmother

She is making French toast,

it is extremely good.

She pirouettes between the stove

and table, serving hearty portions.

I find myself smiling.

This is not good.

Encamped with the enemy,

fraternizing over a meal.

My sister comes down

the smell is enticing

she cannot hold her scowl in place.

My brother, when he wakes,

will be enchanted. Stepmother

knows how to woo us.

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