Bread
Photo by Austin Ban
Bread
My baker friend Sam
Once said
He channels his emotions
Into bread
Sourdough starter
Rising with a temper
Dinner rolls deflated
For sheer mundanity
And we,
All hungry
For something like the truth
But the bread tastes like fear.
So my grandmother
Makes hand pies,
Brioche to rise
In the morning
She says,
Bread is easy
1–2–3
Flour-water-yeast
Like love
It doesn’t take much.