We broke the bread.
It was all we knew how to do.
Waking up from another war, my grandfather
went straight to salvaging. 
Through yolk and bone, through my grandmother’s spirits
in all their swollen bottles. 
He strung her teeth up like windchimes, 
all her tea bags across the cellar door.
Outside the bullets lunged and still he would not stop
from gathering everything she had loved.
We kneaded and sang, each pulse of the dough
like memories to us.
If anyone had asked, his sorrow was baked
into each and every grain.

 

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Meggie Royer is a writer and photographer from the Midwest who is currently majoring in Psychology at Macalester College. Her poems have previously appeared in Words Dance MagazineThe Harpoon ReviewMelancholy Hyperbole, and more. She has won several national medals and awards for her writing, and is currently a Guest Editor for several literary magazines. She also recently founded her own literary magazine,Persephone's Daughters, dedicated to empowering female abuse survivors.