Breaking into the dough, hands uncertain,
each finger, thrice wet, with wrong washed away,
swirls down
the sink and journeys into
a sea of silent prayer and sin-spy thought
with lemon-lime soap.
I think about how many times I’ve prayed today
and how many more I’ve slipped-up singing praise
in a language I speak
only on salted Saturdays.
I take a bite with yellowed teeth and mitzvah-mouth,
wondering if I’m holy enough to break this bread.
Finnley Kneller is a queer British-Canadian poet and free-verse enthusiast, making his debut in Minyan Magazine. When he’s not writing, Kneller enjoys fantasy role-play sessions, hosting a radio show, collecting ties, and studying Egyptology.