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[serene]

Bread smells like home
like the cliche morning in the coffee commercial
like your mom who, if she had been Donna Reed,
would've baked bread for you
and not bought it in a plastic bag
with primary-color balloons all over it

Bread smells like contradiction
like the melding of satisfaction and
delayed gratification
like the urging in my chest when I wait for you
and the peace in the center of me, knowing you will come

And they would take away my feminist card
if I hadn't already turned it in,
exchanging it for seamed stockings,
gaudy nail polish,
and a see-through t-shirt that reads,
"That's MS. Dyke to you"

Because when I smell bread, my mind calls you home
and my rambly memory finds those moments
when I knew that I could stop looking for a space that made sense

The buttery grain mellowness is our second kiss
when we got mutually weak knees and started wondering why there were two of us

It's our crazy contentment and our ironic rejection of gender | roles | geek | mine

It's hallowed memory of something that never happened --
my mother didn't bake bread; yours didn't either.
But bread is so much more poetic than matzoh-ball soup or pork tacos.
Can we agree to pretend our mothers baked bread,
and can we stand in the kitchen and kiss
until our knees get weak?

I'll give you warm bread with real butter,
if you give me that moment when my memories lie to me
and say I always had this
I always had a home that felt like it would stay
I always had a home free of hurt
I always had you,
and no one could take you away

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

don't make me cry more than I'm doing already you!!!

it's a rough day, the office is not accomodating (where office should read: people who have something to say over me in this bloody office). I'm feverish but 'you don't stay home with a cold'.

I love baking bread, but I hardly do. But I can very very very much relate to the feelings.

hugs and thanks

[hmms-sio.livejournal.com]

duh! doing it again... it's me from the office this time. New IE, new settings, new login...

[redbird]

Yes.

Romantic maybe not, but for me matzoh ball soup is definite home and comfort. I should make matzoh balls more often.

[wild-irises.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm.

[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness.

'scuse me, I've got something in my eye...