Flour (two different kinds but the same
brand; one to feed our sourdough pet
– two weeks old and counting birthdays
by the hour — the other and both
to feed us, when we feel we need to
knead ourselves another loaf,
another life), chocolate chips only semi-sweet
and not costing more than three dollars and cents
forty-five, and — since, in an illusion of life,
we just had our Sunday-roast dinner on Monday –
milk (there is only one brand), because already
(from feeding no babies) we are
running out.
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