Caraway

Dave BontaSad

Halfway home on the train, my tongue discovers something hard between the molars, left over from a rushed breakfast at a diner in Brooklyn. The molars break it open & the tongue remembers: rye toast. Our last meal together. Caraway seed.

Dave Bonta
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 4.0
Mood:
Sad
Topics:
memory, train, caraway, toast

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