rising.

Shag of dough, warm yeasty, heavy in my hands.
Not many years ago I would have turned my face in disgust
00 flour, powdered poison.
Sheepish laughter.
Ruminated drinks are not my thing
I haven’t taken a fistful of vitamins in years
But you go ahead, do your thing.
Let’s make a pact, rise above.
I won’t judge you and
You won’t judge me.

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