- Chocolate Pie
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The woman who made ithadn't been to churchin years, except for thereat the crimped dough edgesand beaten-egg cumulusof the browned meringue,and beneath it, the pudding,both sweet and bitter,like that afternoon,so long ago,just the two of us,talking a little, eating.
Ed. note: We asked poetry editor Mike Chitwood to share one of his poems for this special issue. We are pleased to debut "Chocolate Pie" in our pages. [End Page 118]
Michael Chitwood's most recent book is Poor-Mouth Jubilee (Tupelo Press). His work has appeared in The Atlantic Monthly, The New Republic, Threepenny Review, and numerous other journals. He teaches at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.