packing my morning bag
clothes and lunch
keys and phone
extra gloves and socks
i remember the brownies
that last night
didn’t once cross my mind to make.

the coveted brownie list
will be empty today
though i know no words
no emails
will vehemently send requests.

i will know
they will know
but they will never see
the catatonic way i came home
kids playing outside
me? unable to move from the couch
to even think
about a bit of sweetness
that now i so crave for the tip of my tongue.