Breaking Bread.

how hard to pull apart the fibres

i am not disgusted by your dirt

your grease

that pools and spills

it is yours.

how could i be repulsed by you?

deciding to be is 

deliberate and strenuous.

we are not intertwined

we are congealed,

dirty ingredients bound and cooked.

your smell is a feature of my life

green trees

grey skies

your smell

it exists as a fact.

it is a strange thing to split with the intention of unity

we must break the bread

separate the ingredients

to preserve

and maintain.

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