Excerpt from Butterfly Pie by Emily Page:
Hot from an Easy-Bake Oven
I ate butterfly pie made with real lavender, rosemary and honeysuckle.
I got sick under an old pine tree and found a giant moth that I cupped in my hands to show my mom who said it was a bat.
I caged it on the front porch and charged Danny, Jaime and Michelle 10 cents to see it.
"Welcome to the House of Horror," I said and kissed the bat .
Off we flew...
Miss Evelyn of Carson, California
Inspiration for Unzipped
In my mother's kitchen
beside the pot of hot oil
you tell me stories.
In your black chiffon dress
you wait to be seated.
You drench the chicken.
Your heels grind into the wooden floor and crunch corn flakes.
"We don't serve you coloreds," they say.
You think of your mother
on a hot iron oil splatters.
You feel her iron inside you
burning open your mouth
to share a story.