Baking Words
April 20, 2018
I wake
but do not rise
My yeast
intentions
have not
been rendered
active
instead
sit still
in foil
wrapping
next to
sunbleached magazines
and
loose leaf
notions
I lay
in the hot ash
as my skin
forms
a
crinkle cracked
crust
I melt
and expand
I dissolve
and clabber
Parts of me
evaporate
Others
fade to meaninglessness
change or breakdown
oh but
when the time is right
the words
emerge
all warm
and Maillard browned
NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 20
0 comments