Someone To Eat Bread With
by Alan McGuire
Compañeros, Compañeras
Sit down here
Vino o agua
Break bread with me
Flakes and crumbs fall
Leave them
We’ll clean them up after
Compañeras
Remember who grows
the wheat.
They who don’t sing
while they bake.
Kneed the dough
Add the grease for
no surprises.
Twenty five minutes
No Instagram photos
Compañeros
Blessings have no
reason, but action does.
There is no reason for
crumbs.
