I say goodbye to the culture that raised me I have been chosen to be bread cc: Chagall 2021
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I shape my ciabatta with gravity alone, holding an edge and letting the opposite pole of the raw-dough hang, just enough, then I invert the lengthening piece, and repeat Sensitive hands can feel where to hold, how long (and hard) to press, and when to turn things around Allow the form to find its form Consider: the unbaked ciabatta is alive Unlike God, I find the best bread rises on the fourth day Steam to crust, ashes to dust and all that lovely leaven (so close to heaven) in between yeasty, earthy, airy chew like life cc: Chagall 2021
The rosemary toast so crisp and
the fig jam so delicious, the sound of
my own chewing inside my head –
I didn’t even hear you come in!
Chagall 2019
The lights are going out,
not forever – just for now.
We have coffee and tea,
we can make bread if need be,
sing, play cards …
Only for a little while,
only just for now.
© Chagall 2016
Sweet potato by Melissa drying
together in one heap.
I make a one-cup dough everyday,
roll it or fill it.
We’ve seawater still on our fingertips,
a crust of hot crystal salt.
I’m different – you said,
through the open window – I’m the one looking up.
You were late. I watched you gather lilac and lace
by the unlatched gate.
Your breathing stills matter about the fire,
all being is cured aromatic.
And so able to last
forever.
© Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 