Pinch some salt,
press it into my center. 

Let me rise ’til I’m ready.
Flop me onto a butcher’s block.

Powder the wood with flour.
Turn me over and over

and over. Make the heel
of your palm do the hard work.

Leave me alone. Come back to me.
Mark an X on my belly.

Heat me ’til I nearly explode,
’til I change shapes.

Open a window,
set me on the sill to cool.

The song of my steam
will tell the whole neighborhood

what we’ve been up to.


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