Bread
Bread by Annabelle Einhorn
Kneed me like dough
Roll me flat out and let it all show
Mix my sins with my successes
My guilt with my pleasure and throw in chopped bits of worry for good measure
Twist all of my pain and insecurities
The cold whispers of winter painted like egg yolks onto my surface
Splattered with purpose
Take all of this pain in my heart and make it taste
Delicious
Fill someone’s bones with groans of satisfaction
The crumb of me should melt in your mouth
Mold me with your hands and place me into a pan
Heat me up, make me feel golden brown
Give me a tan
Remove me from the heat when I feel overwhelmed, at the cusp of perfection but so close to defeat
Break me apart to be shared
Slather me in butter and jam
Moments soaking and dripping into the cracks of my being
Engrossing me in new beginnings
Smothering my imperfections and the lacerations of my soul
Eat me whole
Warm and soft, never the same when I am cooled
Wrapped in passion
Steaming with discussion
The density of my personality hard to
Cut through
Sometimes the raw taste of flour doesn’t cook out and I overpower your devour of my character
But never forget me
Remember my presence and importance
My sadness and rejoices
Always thaw me when I get frozen
Or cooled when I get toasted
But even if you do none of these things
At least
Put me on a shelf for someone to buy and accept me for all of my slices