Buy your bread from a store on the corner whose walls are mostly concrete
Whose smell is like yeast staying too long, whose people are not looking up
Don’t look in the eyes of anyone while you pay with not enough currency for
Yesterday’s bread & the thought that if you break this loaf into 34 pieces you [...]
On December 17, 2008, I read at Velvet Guerilla Cabaret, Michael Slobotzky’s reading at Unurban Coffeehouse in Santa Monica, CA. I read one piece: “How To Be Russian…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
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