Baking Words

I wake

but do not rise

My yeast

intentions

have not

been rendered

active

instead 

sit still

in foil

wrapping

next to 

sunbleached magazines

and 

loose leaf

notions

I lay

in the hot ash

as my skin

forms 

a

crinkle cracked

crust

I melt

and expand

I dissolve

and clabber

Parts of me

evaporate

Others 

fade to meaninglessness

change or breakdown

oh but

when the time is right

the words 

emerge

 all warm

and Maillard browned 

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 20