Unleavened Love

My sister couldn’t have a baby
so I made her one of bread

(I’m a baker by trade
and it was the obvious thing to do)

I mixed the dough
and let it rise
formed him into shape
fired him in the oven
and she loved that sweet-bread-baby with all her heart

She loved him like her own

But her husband
that Saturn-faced brute
in a drunken binge
raided the pantry and
finding nothing suitable to eat
turned to the crib
swallowed the baby whole

I offered to bake her another
maybe a daughter this time
but she just looked at me and cried

I don’t want another baby
I want my baby
my child
sweet child
sweet boy

This is a reprint of work originally published in Chronicles of a Bee Whisperer.

Tim Stobierski is an alumnus of the University of Connecticut’s creative writing program. A freelance writer and editor, he has interned for three summers with Yale University Press and is currently seeking a career in publishing. His first book of poetry, Chronicles of a Bee Whisperer, was published in October 2012 by River Otter Press.

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  1. Pingback: ‘Unleavened Love’ reprinted in Eunoia Review | Tim Stobierski

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