the unbakeable bread

i wish to mold you into a favored bread

bake you until pleasurable consumption

but only one piece of you.

you are not even to be baked. you are not a you

i will refer to you nevertheless, for we have already given you a name

artificial and natural, like the finest pain au chocolat and the worst stalk of wheat

you are constant 

never ending 

but always stopping.

help me to understand, why are you in my life?

i find that i can never get enough of you, but am bored with your abundance

all at once

i’ll pluck out your mold and set it aside

but it seems that no matter what side i turn, it is always there

one side of you is made with the finest wheat, 

masticated delightfully with a sour grain, extending my existence but draining the soul

another is plagued with the earthy sponginess 

but swallowed with pleasure, a short-lived bliss


 


 

you curse the newborn, condemning them to your rule

you bless the old, bestowing the kiss of life


 

tell me how to mold you into what i desire

for you plague and bless my life, no matter what i do

you run from my grasp as i write 

so i bid you hello and goodbye 


 

songduciel

LA

17 years old

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