There was a long proofing, but
you’d never know from looking
at this unleavened life.
Its Kansas prairie topography
hints at a plainness
in flavor and texture.
But you don’t know
the ingredient list populating
this old family recipe.
I don’t need to know yours either.
That’s because the product’s
more than a list of parts.
The height of your crown,
the crispness of your crust
doesn’t impress me very much.
I want to taste you,
see what seasoning of life
added to your individuality.
There’s pepper and thyme
in this piece of me.
Please forgive
the piss and vinegar.

– Joseph Hesch

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