The chicken nuggets may burn your fingers. May cause ghost vanilla soft serve and hot fudge to scald and freeze your tongue. Possible side effects include sticky-slick crayon sketches on paper tablecloths and your mother, smiling, her hand on her soap-bubble belly. Inside, she says, is a new sister, a wrapped gift with a name tag but no encyclopedia entry. If effects continue, ride into the summer in a cloud of Old Spice and car exhaust.
When my someday husband comes home
I won’t be waiting by the Cuisinart,
apron a garden of daisies,
cherry pie in my hands.
My pie would be raspberry,
or strawberry with pineapple chunks.
As it bakes, I will slide around the kitchen
in fuzzy socks and a lime-green apron with
his floured handprint on my hip,
until I bang my elbow on the corner of the oven.
Allison Hymas is a recent graduate of Brigham Young University with a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. Her work has been published in FLARE: The Flagler Review.