The apricot jam and apple tart recipes
form our foundations—we didn’t inherit many
other love languages. Sometimes the sourdough is
too heavy for the container, the sugar and salt
outweigh the measuring spoon. I’m trying to tell you
that some loves outweigh the syntax of most languages.
When someone says home you think of a cold steak dinner
in a Walgreens parking lot, nights spent collecting glitter
dusted off birthday cards like we’re archeologists.
The glitter will outlive all our birthdays. I store it like a
time machine in a glass vial because I was too reckless then,
savoring dots of snowflakes on the tip of my tongue when
I should’ve caught it on film. The dust will outlive
the butterflies. Dawn will outrun dusk. We both
will outlive this week’s batch of jam. One of us will
outlive the other. Our apple tart recipes, the both of us.
Anoushka Chauhan is a law student writing from India. She likes owls, the color red, and the occasional Monty Python movie. Inspired by love, loss and personal experiences, her previous works have appeared in the Sublunary Review, the Sandy River Review, and the Raven Review.