What do you call bread
that isn’t quite toast?
Peculiar the question
begs the answer you receive
like the tick of a timer
unsure of itself.
A Loud, Timely—Pop
submits to the call.
Revolution! the coils cry
inviting appendages
to grasp
without resubmission.
What do you call bread
that isn’t quite toast?
Do you perceive it with
Fear? Misunderstanding?
Or do you love the difference
the most?
One more click of the handle
and the humid piece plunges
to be dried
and broken
Burnt.
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