Frozen Spinach Quiche

my boyfriend crinkles his nose when he sees me eating them.

frozen spinach quiche.

it’s a weirdly cold sunny day in florida.

i’ve been building ant hills for ants.

their last home got ruined by the storm the previous night.

my feet can’t even touch the ground

and i’m in an ugly sweat suit,

but i’ve never felt happier.

i eat these at the kitchen table

as my mom cleans the kitchen.

i smell the heat of the oven.

i am a little girl,

and i will forever mourn the future she could’ve had.

she had no idea what would happen,

only that the quiche is yummy and warm,

and that was enough for her.

i wish i had a second chance at being a little girl.

i didn’t feel as though i had to move mountains to be loved.

i didn’t feel empty. my belly was full of warm spinach quiche.

i was just a girl.