Thursday, September 10, 2015

The Turtle Donuts

I remember the dough 
shaped into turtles. 

The turtles
shaped into a persistent picture of my childhood, 
eclipsing everything else about those years. 

My mum at the gas oven,
kneading the dough 
into eyes, legs and a nose. 

My mum and the homemade turtle bread 
feeding me through elementary school. 


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