What I Did While You Were Explaining Crypto

I thought about bread.

Not in a sad way.

Just—bread.

The way it smells in the oven.

How my grandmother sliced it toward her body

like you're not supposed to.

How I do it now too.

I thought about her hands.

Then I was back in the room,

nodding,

and you were still talking,

and I think you said *blockchain*

which rhymes with rain chain

which made me think of Japan

which made me think of rain

and then bread again,

still warm,

still not yours to explain.