Feed LitMag: Rising

First published on August 8, 2022 in issue 3.2 of Feed LitMag.

Rising

I used to be thick like butter

but now I’m thinly spread 

my daily bread a grief of worldly

pain sifted with the grains of

my crunching life. I was hungry for

salt to magnify every taste. Do you 

remember the meat of twenty-

something? Sandwiches shared with 

friends, jamming up the 

bathroom, always playing 

music, but now I hardly listen. We

sat in each other’s beds, crumbs and all. 

A house of women basking, baked in wine 

and smoke. You ate breakfast with me 

and then we washed the dishes by hand.