this must be the place
my father put bread inside
the ceramic jar filled with
muscovado in the kitchen,
where my tiny hands splayed
out and stuck to the counters
it'll soften it, he says
for his lack of affection
I took what I could get
i must have soaked in
Darjeeling for years
an unrefined sugar cube
too bonded to dissolve
like all children that
want from their fathers--
I suppose.
a little girl peeking
over the tile, wondering
what other types of things
bread could make soft--
her
maybe.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
this must be the place
my father put bread inside
the ceramic jar filled with
muscovado in the kitchen,
where my tiny hands splayed
out and stuck to the counters
it'll soften it, he says
for his lack of affection
I took what I could get
i must have soaked in
Darjeeling for years
an unrefined sugar cube
too bonded to dissolve
like all children that
want from their fathers--
I suppose.
a little girl peeking
over the tile, wondering
what other types of things
bread could make soft--
her
maybe.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
