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there are never enough names for bread
you can call them anything
cats ghosts backyards grandmas-
the ones i bake today are for the girl
who i care for deeply
in spite of the silence
in the afternoon when she comes
merry in juvenile smiles
i will whisper her name
she will appear by the kitchen frame
unaware i talked to the bread
have you kept enough love?
i will ask the warm loaf in a hum
it is time to nourish some good hearts
love is in the slice of bread we share
BY CLARICE LIMA
Clarice Lima is a bilingual writer and literature undergraduate from Brazil. With a lifelong love for stories and all things warm, they mostly want to be kind. Her words can be found published or forthcoming in The Augment Review, celestite poetry, antinarrative zine and more that you can find at claricelima.carrd.co.
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