three moments…

 

(i)

 

when the flour speckled

sticky stretch morphs

into a uniform ball

of malleable

therapy

 

(ii)

 

when

the cloth

is pulled aside

to reveal a swollen

bellyful of proto-bread

 

(iii)

 

when aroma is cleaved

doubled and redoubled

from the warm matrix of

good in crust of echoes

 

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