Toll House

Elana Luo

Poetry

It’s so simple, her blonde hair says,
Twirled up in a little pouf and secured with gold claws.
One bowl, easy methods, and
It uses ingredients you have in your pantry already!
Flour, butter, and sugar, the lacey printout reads,
But in my pantry are
Rice, cooking oil, and rock candy.
Chocolate chips, she smiles indulgently,
Sesame clusters, I answer silently.
A strand of black falls in my eyes.
I brush it away.
Grab some money
and the keys
and reach for the door.