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bread :: helena minton

by on May 22, 2017

The dough rises in the sun,
history of the human rice inside it:
orgies, famines, Christanity,
eras when a man could have his arm
chopped off for stealing half a loaf.
I punch it down, knead the dark
flour into the light, let it bake,
then set it on the table beside the knife,
learning the power
cooks have over others, the pleasure
of saying eat.

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