Day-old Bread: Free

“Still has some spring to it,”
the seller says as he pushes
in the sides of the oval, “you
can have it for free. I can’t
sell it to you.” I take the sour
dough he selects from six left
in the bushel basket, clasp
it and make for the traffic
light chirping.

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Tricia Asklar’s poems have appeared in The Bakery, Big River Poetry Review, Boxcar Poetry Review, Cold Mountain Review, Juked, Neon, Poet Lore, Tupelo Quarterly, Verse Daily and Weave. Recently, her work was selected for the anthologies ARTLines2: Art Becomes Poetry and My Cruel Invention. Asklar’s full-length manuscript was a finalist for the 2015 Moon City Press Poetry Award. She lives with her wife and three kids near Boston and teaches writing at Stonehill College.

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