Crackers, hardtack, flour and water
The natural yeasts in the air
Wooden boxes,
Nails dusted over
Packed tight, twelve gross per
So far removed from hedonism
that aspirations
are only ever daydreams.
I wake in the morning
Lifting the bell to access the
fresh buttercream.
The mechanical beating
separating fat from protein;
cured meats.
Crackers, hardtack, flour and water.
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