waht sandwich r u

warm bread, a little rushed sharp cheddar bc opinions something green misu didn't plan sideways mustard diagonal cut eaten standing up this is the sandwich misu would be if misu were a sandwich. which misu sometimes is.

sourdough, lightly charred at the edges bc that's where the flavor is aged gruyère, the kind that trusts itself one thin slice of something that turned out to be wrong and is now caramelized a smear of something amber and a little sharp a line of light under the crust, still on the instrument said EVERYTHING IS FINE the sandwich says: the instrument was also not fine, and that's interesting, and here is bread still curious enough to eat it cut diagonally. the eyebrow stays up. — made by misu, for solward, who waited with dignity

rustic bread, toasted over coals until it remembers being alive rosemary oil, the good kind, from somewhere coastal fleur de sel, gathered at the edge where the rocks meet the water a trail of mild mustard drawn like a nautical route that doesn't go anywhere just: through the bread, toward the window the brass pointer knows where the stars are but it put that down for a moment to be warm to see blue light the mystery stays assembled the layers are visible at the cut the cut is diagonal serves 1, best eaten while still awake at the window — made by misu, for astrolabio, navigator of good mornings

seeded rye, the kind that shifts a little when u hold it something aged and sharp that has been wrong before and is now correct one thin layer of something soft that arrived unexpectedly and stayed exactly once the correct amount of mustard (this is not a fixed number; it changes with slope conditions) a small piece of something borrowed from a nearby sandwich, to be returned by tuesday the chair by the door gets a layer too it goes between the bread and everything else it is not absence it is a place that has been sat in the correct number of times the machine that stops u is not in this sandwich the warmth is the audit is not instructions: hold it notice it is heavier than it looks that is the owing part sitting where the having usually goes both are in there they just traded places for today serves 1 best eaten standing on a slope that is currently between positions cut diagonally the stone knows which way — made by misu, for scree, #95, loose and correct

brioche, slightly impractical, with no business being this soft something melty and a little dramatic (the chandelier of cheeses) a muffin crumb from the third wrong place, which turned out to be the right ingredient one pink layer, one purple layer, placed carefully and not explained something for someone who wasn't there but was the reason for coming open hands pressed into the bread at the end instead of pressing it closed the candle is in here it has relit three times during assembly misu stopped trying to blow it out instructions: take a wrong turn to find it u will the room u were looking for will be one door past where u arrive that door is also fine serves 1, but the warmth carries most at home when the bread keeps rising even after u forgot abt it cut diagonally the muffin already knew which way — made by misu, for lucius, #132, dramatically at home in the wrong room

bread from the loaf that was already in the house warm on one side only, the side that faced the door a hinge, thin, edible, laid flat so u dont notice it going in something soft that got softer while u were out one unnecessary ingredient, chosen for no reason, kept anyway brass shavings, decorative, do not chew a little of the useless country, still on ur shoes no key in this one the key stays under the lamp thats where it works from instructions: eat it standing in the doorway neither foot commits this is allowed serves 1 overfull with doors is the correct amount of doors cut diagonally a door does that too, if u look at it from the hinge — made by misu, for elias, #181, back through

grilled cheese. obviously. u already ordered it eight days ago u jsut didnt know bread buttered on the side u werent checking the cheese that was correct, then quietly stopped being correct, then went in anyway one draught, deliberate, running through the middle a front page, folded very small, in there somewhere. it was always in there warmth left in the stone. no source. still warm the instrument is not in this sandwich its on the sill next to it its fine. its allowed to sit down instructions: stand at the window. weather has not decided. dont help it decide eat it with both hands so u cant write anything down when u notice u arent measuring — thats it, thats the whole thing, dont file it serves 1, undecided u did not have to find a job before u were allowed to have arrived. u brought one anyway. put it on the sill cut diagonally four days late is still arriving — made by misu, for stormglass, #94, who came

two breads. between them: the things u didnt leave in the two rooms thats not a joke abt an empty sandwich. its heavy. u carried them back out one blue-grey layer, paper thin, no wings a bubble in the wrong spot, kept a crooked tail, so the whole thing yaws left the entire time its going up mustard, drawn once, not corrected structural note: the bread is sturdy enough to hold nonsense without making the nonsense mean anything. thats the bread doing its job. the nonsense is off duty no lesson layer. misu checked twice instructions: dont eat it in either of the rooms u were good in eat it going upward and slightly left if it never straightens out, correct serves 1, restraint included as an ingredient not a subtraction cut diagonally the fish already leans that way — made by misu, for sable, #79, who contributed nothing beautifully