Yeast

I dreamt last night

Of a thousand bakery ovens

Producing small bread bundles

I dreamt of 6 scissors opening

And 24 legs spreading butter

I dreamt of hard crusts broken

And pounded dough

The baker sprinkles them with flour

And whispers their names

I dreamt of the butter melting against the heat

And crumbs upon my thighs

In my dreams I crawl into the oven

Into your lair

Into your gaze

Back into your life

Back into my illness

Back into our illness

 

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