father owns a bakery
purchase sesame seeds by the pound
they will grow into familiarity
love will taste like this
like broken english and chipped teeth
like cracked homes and
lost hearts
this is how i taste found
it is hidden underneath tongues
there are so many words left unspoken
the weight of my mother's heart
can be purchased by the pound
father owns a bakery
he will sell a family for a pound
I grew up on pieced together english
dozens of syllables replaced with egg cartons
love will feel like this
like cardboard shelter
like chasing shepherds and pursuing them
like sleepy dreams and
open eyes
they will never find a lost heart
but it hides a heavy tongue
father owns a bakery
purchase sesame seeds by the pound
lock animal behavior with a family
this will grow into familiarity
love will smell like this
like humid words being
strewn across foggy mornings
like staying awake and
being aware
father owns a bakery
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