We got this one assigned as the homework poem:
“The Baker” by Heather Cadsby
I would buy anything from you
last week’s bread
cakes I’m allergic to
something I’ve never tried before.
It’s that blue code on your arm
four numbers I can’t decipher.
They are fixed veins.
Ovens belch and sweat
and you mold, bake
and remember
other barely brown loaves.
Your face is stamped
with kick-shod feet
and the reek of screams.
None of that grows stale.
Yet now here
as you push and jab
sweet dough
I see no revenge.
My gentile money
arms me with bagels
stuffs me with tears.
What else did we do ... well, I pointed out the due date reminder sheet on the side of the classroom. Again.
I pointed out the due dates for stuff in the Poetry Unit and I got to conference with students about what's going to be in their Progress Reports later on in March.
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