I used to mill pain
to fine flour, call it love;
this ground-glass
kneaded and risen to bitter bread
cutting my tongue,

but nothing can live on a diet that simple,
that sharp,  forever.


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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9 Responses to shards

  1. Succinct – I love it

  2. Alice Keys says:

    This a very astute description of a human experience. It took me right back to the early years and what I mistook for love. Ground glass in to flour to make a bitter loaf. Yes. It cut my tongue. Beautiful.

  3. Bitter and cutting imagery, Susan. Beautifully done.

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