I was so afraid of becoming his mom, that I became his dad.
Thinking we were subverting the norms;
because he washed the floors and I paid for the roof.
because he cooked the food and I drove the groceries home.
But the same walls were built.
We thought by trading spots we would build something new,
but we just read the same blueprint in the mirror.
We played house until the structure crumbled,
unable to hold the weight
the oven ripe with fresh cookies.
Denna Berg was born and raised in Toronto, Canada, although her main hobby is taking long plane rides away from there. As a policy advisor during the day, she is new to embracing her creative writing abilities. When she is not coddling her words, you can also find her exploring groceries or trying to clear her schedule to make time for naps.