Flaming Edge
by Emma Furman
Bread goes stale by its own logic-
a trace of sun along the counter.
Dough works on itself, eating,
off-gassing, ribbiting, orbiting.
Hanging from the bottom
of the earth as we are, suspended
less than an inch from total destruction,
we bead, braid, embroider
along the flaming edge.
Emma Furman is a poet living in Athens, Georgia. She earned an MFA from the University of Alabama, and her poems have appeared in American Chordata, Breadcrumbs Magazine, Landfill, and Jet Fuel Review. She is a current candidate in the social work master's program at the University of Georgia.
