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Jon Tobias
Poems
Aug 2011
The Angels Of Bread
These are the angels of bread
They fill my guts like cotton just thick enough
To hide the rumble of my hunger
They find their ways into the empty spots that you made when you
Stopped talking to me
They soften the longing
Their crusts just crunchy enough to substantiate
The desire for the texture that’s somehow gone missing
They get stuck in my throat so that it sounds like smoke
When I speak
Soft enough to remind me not to place so much anger in my words
Speak softly
So the world listens carefully
So when it finally speaks back
It is soft too
Like the angels of bread
They rise slowly from pools of fungus and warm water
They give life from things as simple as flour and heat
And patience
It takes patience to bake bread
It takes that same kind of patience to want to be around me
Catch me at the wrong temperature and I don’t mold so easily
So go ahead and give up on me
These are the angels of bread
Who tease our hunger
With the smell of something good
And always manage to come through
When I was little
I slathered them in peanut butter and jelly
They satiate my soul
Like the idea of Georgia
It’s a place I’ve never been
But it always sounds like home
These are the angels of bread
Kind enough to silence the earth so
All I hear is the click of my jaw when they hold me
Working out the memories you left behind
Couldn’t pack up everything when you left
You had to leave me those
And this recipe leaving my home smellin’ like a bakery
Only now it smells like Georgia
A place I’ve never been
A place that reminds me of you
Home
Written by
Jon Tobias
San Diego
(San Diego)
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