Knead your problems into dough
none of them can survive
at 375 degrees Fahrenheit
When you wake up late
add one chocolate chip
for every minute of morning you missed
take out one chocolate chip
for every time you are unkind
A teaspoon of sugar
for every crumb
that he left on your eggshell heart
a tablespoon of salt
for each time you’ve missed the way
his callused hands felt on your voice box
Drift away on clouds of flour
float down rivers of vanilla extract
a dozen cookies for every time you’ve flinched
at the sound of your own breath
On your knees
burn your throat
watch the cookies resurrect
flush to decompose.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Knead your problems into dough
none of them can survive
at 375 degrees Fahrenheit
When you wake up late
add one chocolate chip
for every minute of morning you missed
take out one chocolate chip
for every time you are unkind
A teaspoon of sugar
for every crumb
that he left on your eggshell heart
a tablespoon of salt
for each time you’ve missed the way
his callused hands felt on your voice box
Drift away on clouds of flour
float down rivers of vanilla extract
a dozen cookies for every time you’ve flinched
at the sound of your own breath
On your knees
burn your throat
watch the cookies resurrect
flush to decompose.
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