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A Piece of Bread
- Carter Hammett


The tide of your lips
Is the way I want to speak
Savouring the morsels of the night

Your fragrance
Is the engine
Of my digestion

To occur beside you
Is to experience
The crusts of my failings;
To sway in aimless boats
Made of many crumbs,

Discarded.




Carter Hammett is a Toronto Social Worker and Journalist
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