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Higgins, Anne
ANNE HIGGINS RECIPE Yeast rises like praise clings to the cloth, leaves its thready face there. Dough rolls smooth springs back seamless in hand as thought. The oven opens and doses its...
...4 August 1978:488...
...Every slice of the knife it sings its fearful litany: I live in the jaws of hunger...
...The oven opens and doses its arms...
...Bread, as finished as a child...
...I break as I give I rise as I die...
...Smell seeps from room to room...
Vol. 105 • August 1978 • No. 15
