appropriation

i've got a better poker face than you when we slip juice and chocolates clandestinely into our pockets and you should really stop looking so shifty, darling. that pie crust golden brown glistening with sugar looks so inviting till we cut eagerly into it and find only the remnants of my dirty laundry - lint, dryer sheet, & all - miniaturized by that mighty machine that growls and snarls in our basement making the lights flicker and the faucets turn off for fear of offending. bake me a new one or just close yr eyes hold yr nose take a big steaming bite.