She thought the cookies, shaped
like Christmas trees, were burning,
green icing boiling over,
sprinkles in plastic container
melting onto stovetop eye.

Smoke tickled ceiling, hovered
overhead, thickened as
she neared kitchen.

Her one-year-old’s cries
from the living room
nagged her ear.

Flames dancing on tips
of branches. Black holes
singed into carpet. Ornaments
shattered. Angel lit like
North Star. Baby next to toppled
tree. A string of sparking
Christmas lights in his mouth.

© 2015 Nortina Simmons

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