What Can Be Changed
I take a fist of yeast;
the grain of my skin darkens.
By accident, I bake a magpie
feather in the bread.
When the loaf breaks
open in my hands,
the feather is gone,
leaving a fossil imprint behind.
I experiment to see
what can be changed—
knead in stones
and the bread rises higher,
knead in wind chimes
and find a loaf of ice.
Knead pain
into the final loaf
and bake a bread
that can never be eaten alone.
