Sifting through - kay thayer

Rain patters like sugar

over the window sill.

time: flour sifting

through the whisk. 

everything blends together 

and the clouds paint us gray.

i substitute ingredients, 

your behavior and

the blame.

there’s too much salt 

on our lips.

the oven rings out, 

thunderous in the empty 

kitchen.

i close the oven door

behind us

and watch everything

go up

in smoke.