Daily Poem: Bread ~ Steve Klepetar

December 12, 2018 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

~ Steve Klepetar

My grandfather tore his bread,
sloshed it around brown gravy,
bent over his plate,

but my grandmother buttered hers
with light, demure dabs,

and If I could find their graves,
I’d pour out red libations, feel
their bodies buried deep in mine.


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