256–Bread of Heaven

i didn’t know you were carving on
me the face of a new dawning
i didn’t know all this time my
empty bawling felt to you
like an angry child getting
her face washed my sticky
fingers clinging to every old
morsel of stale bread while
you were offering me the
Bread of Heaven
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