I learned to make pizza while we were in Budapest.
Well, I learned to make Hungarian pizza,
A wildly, wonderfully different beast
With paprika and yogurt
And dough so heavy
It might be a
Dream.
Our host lived in a hulking building, beautiful in its slight decay,
Cobwebs and marble, an elevator that barely worked.
Beside me, my muse laughed and chatted
Politely refusing homemade palinka,
Heady with the scent of apricot.
When I envision him,
It’s often in that
Moment.
The fantastically familiar colliding with the sparkling,
The wonderfully, breathlessly beautiful.
Everything I think I know
Turned on its head.
The mundane
Becoming
Wildly
New.
Holly Payne-Strange is a novelist, poet and podcast creator. Her writing has been lauded by USA Today, LA weekly and The New York Times. Additionally, she’s given talks on podcast creation at Fordham University and The Player’s Club. Her poetry has been published by various groups including RedDoor, Door Is A Jar magazine, Call me [Brackets], and Quail Bell Magazine. She would like to thank her wife for all her support.
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