baking pies
by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco

My mother would
bake pies

while I slept,
and they were perfect.

I slept better
on those nights,

with the dark
like a shed snakeskin
left outside

and the kitchen
and my mother

right downstairs.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: My mother has always been a fantastic baker, shaping homemade pie crusts, and creating beautiful and delicious desserts. Since she worked full-time while I was growing up, she would often bake at night: pies for the holidays, bags of cookies for teachers, and other treats just because.


AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: This photo is of me and my brother in our kitchen in San Francisco in the mid-80s. After the 1989 earthquake my parents had the chimney removed after bricks from it fell into the backyard.


Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco
lives in California’s Central Valley with her husband and son and a variety of eccentric animals. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Potomac Review, The Kentucky Review, Word Riot, Hobart, and Slipstream, among others.