... (VII)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26SdRPawtC0&ab_channel=HaleyHeynderickx-Topic

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So she took him by the handle,

Held him as if a pitcher

And poured him through a sieve -

The simplification of man, of a husband,

Into the dissolution of his parts.

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And when he’d been all but separated, 

Floating, as a variety of shape and color,

She’d dropped into him

A ladle - aggregating his mixture 

Until all the pieces were then distinct.

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She threw in salt along with him, yeast,

Sugar and flour, and poured who he was

Into a tray. And she took the tray 

Toward the oven - a terracotta kiln -

And she set him out to bake.

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And when he was done, 

She was left all with cakes - all 

Dressed in pretty dressings and

Laid out in different shapes.

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When she’d taken him apart

And then put him back together, 

The end result was cake: steaming 

As lumps of risen dough and 

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Smiling, from the tray.

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