Pinch, Pin, Dream

Pinch, pin, pinch, pin

surrounded by wings of sound

pillow cases and towels are flapping Bedouin tents

a backyard fountain gurgling spearmint tea

served by shrouded women

secrets lie in weary kohl-lined eyes.

Brush, fold, brush, fold

melting silky baklava butter

olive trees sway by Santorini windows

a fête of phyllo

a sweet mille feuille in the making

rising, billowing until flaky and feather-light.

Pinch, pin, pinch, pin

flying my racing stripe towels

I cross the Tour de France clothes pin finish line

garden hose shoots champagne all around

I wrap myself in victory sheets

raise my laundry basket high

and take a bow.

Jennifer Shneiderman is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker living in Los Angeles. Her work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in many publications, including: The Rubbertop Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Trouvaille Review, Prospectus and The Perch. She received an Honorable Mention in the Laura Riding Jackson 2020 Poetry Competition.

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