Frozen Corn by Raymond A. Foss
After the chaos, quiet the cascade of injuries quiet reflection on facts of life – She cannot fly, and thank God for frozen corn and a clipped bag. It is great for a bump on her leg and for snacking
A welt growing on her five-year old leg when she didn’t clear the table; another on mom’s knee, from the flying tumbler, the shower of cola across the room A third on dad’s foot where the frozen lasagna landed while searching for frozen corn
January 5, 2007 21:06
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