Queer Magazine Vol. 1 Issue. 1

Yeasted Bread You lured me in a with a crumb of your affection, I gave you a cake in return.

You ate the cake and left me nothing but were stern: be more, be good, be different.

I came home smelling the allure of a yeasted bread and without a connection you said: be more, be good, be different.

The bread turned to flour and I lost my power: my mouth turned dry. I too wished I were more, were good, and were different.

- Christopher Lopez 2020