Cement Baking
Pots and pans clang in the early mornings
Salt and vinegar words come out
Never was one for keeping a clean
Vocabulary
Cement mixer spins
And it’s going to be impossible for it to be
Smooth
With the all the dogs, rabbits, and nosy old men
I think of puddy often
How it covers the ground
Sticks things together
Builds homes
And slowly cracks
How much it hurts to fall
Skinned knees
I’m not cementing anything though
I’m mixing muffin batter
It just reminds me of building