“Baker’s Dozen” by Frank Modica

Every year on my brother’s birthday,
I reminisce alone in a city of people
who do not know his name.

I look at family albums, his twisty smile.
He is flour and water rolled into pastry dough,
one last piece of pie left on the table.

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Frank C Modica is a retired public school teacher. He taught students with special needs for 34 years. Since his retirement he volunteers with a number of arts and social service organizations in his community. His work has appeared in Spindrift Literary Arts Journal, Slab, Heyday Magazine, Cacti Fur Magazine, The Tishman Review, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, and Black Heart Magazine.