Hoarding

She makes dishes, stews and pies and still she fiddles around unyielding frozen shapes to stash away three more containers - asymmetry! She lets them lie waiting for the next three containers of something else and shifting them sideways she slithers in a single frozen steak pie. She lets it lie in that yearning state implying its other. She thinks of the heightened intensity of Baroque feeling that resides in the accidental gesture of the frostbitten pastry. She is accumulating, feeling fiercely, and well ready to scold anyone who ventures near the processed meats.