Attempt at making you all hungry

The corner bakery
stores the scent of fresh bread
inside your shirt when you leave.
Cotton fabric breathes bread breath.
Silk and satin huff the aroma of yeast
up and into your nose.  Warmed sugar
lives inside wool.  And your hunger
never stops.  Saliva reproduces so
thickly that thirst is conquered.
At the corner bakery,
mouths make new ovens.
And stomachs mold into
the shape of a muffin.

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