if bread is love
i'd like
a loaf, a warm
slice out of the oven,
the steam rising
off its doughy center.
melt some butter
on it. spread
some berry jam.
a cup of tea
beside it.
if love is bread,
i'm pulling up a chair
to the table.
i'm ready.
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