People have to be a little battered
ere they knead into dough.

Are we not easily mixed
do not stir hard enough
unwilling to lose our rough edges
become a pithless porridge?

Solid forms crumble
the cookie cutters hang in the Christmas tree.


Don’t turn into a clod
stuffed with botched baking on a clammy family weekend.

and still

How sweet to lick the whisk clean
such smooth batter without the lumps.



Translation: Trevor Scarse