Kitchen Magazines

I grew up on a diet of fairytales

Devouring every bit of magic I could get my hands on

When Cinderella, Aladdin and Snow White

ran out of steam, all that was left

Were kitchen magazines

They were sitting in a stack, waiting for the next visitor to crack them open... 

So I traded enchanted forests for

Granite countertops and stainless steel sinks

Whirlwind romances for state-of-the-art appliances 

Lightwash cabinets and hardwood floors

Became a new fantasy world to explore

You cannot become what you cannot see... 

My dream kitchen... windowed, green, 

was a picture

Of who I could be, the kind of life I would lead

Would I be the mother who baked treats 

every afternoon? 

A clean freak? 

Or would we sit on the counters sipping 

Coffee in our morning shoes? 

I never stopped believing in fairytales 

I just started writing them myself...