Appetite

Bread Making

50 Bread Making For A. S. B. Your hands silent, mixing kneading. Your shoulders heave, your palms, splayed down, push the sticky dough. Your shoulders come up again. Back slightly bending, you take the slow course of the effort your head follows. Somewhere inside your breath takes rhythm, distantly gasps after somebody else, deep into you. The mass becomes rounder, elastic, moistening your skin soft and shiny. 51 You roll the dough into a ball, flap it flat on the shelf, pinch to test its soury elasticity. Alone in the stove warmed kitchen you make the bread of our nights “Sun & Rain” as you call it wheat and rye you entwine, white & bleached, café au lait of your Caribbean island— two bodies lie and leaven morning braids in between. ...