mea maxima culpa:
i am so much
like a breadbox born.
bowing over time, as things do get
stale, my cracks christening
unwitting loaves with light
already risen.
i hear the newer ones
come with their own condiments
and an irredeemable crust.
the bread, I mean.
They don’t make we
breadboxes anymore.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
mea maxima culpa:
i am so much
like a breadbox born.
bowing over time, as things do get
stale, my cracks christening
unwitting loaves with light
already risen.
i hear the newer ones
come with their own condiments
and an irredeemable crust.
the bread, I mean.
They don’t make we
breadboxes anymore.
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