Moments
from the past
are precious
specimens.
Yet, like mold
they eventually
fester
and spoil
swollen mounds of dough
prepared to rise
and break
tomorrow’s fast.
To avoid this you must
chop the gooey dead toxins
off as best you can whenever found.
Calmly return to your kitchen
isle (shhh—stop crying)
and continue
to Bake,
just
fine.
With glasses
of dry Pinot
or Christ
always sitting
inches be-side.
H. Jean-Baptiste hails from inside the noisy perimeter of Atlanta, Ga. They have self-published a collection of poems titled "How to Moan Like an Ogre" and are putting final touches on an upcoming short story collection.
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