just so
she can feel
the slit in the sky
where light is born.
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April 2015
This year during National Poetry Month, I'm trying to write a poem a day about cake. It's part of a bigger writing project in which I explore my relationship with sugar and sweets.
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- DAWN TROOK
- Performer, writer, and educator lives and works in California. As Sweetie, she performs for children, teaching science through interactive cooking demonstrations.
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