What we choose to digest. She was fed by her.
Heavy, severe, arduous, pouring, bodyguard.
Heavy (a pretty grave works) (You must eat or
you’ll be weak). Baked, sugared, fried, mostly,
vastly, brightly, generally. My mother, broken sun
inside the teacup. Drink it before it gets cold. (No
one else was eating the cake, I felt bad that it might
go to waste, I felt responsible, I had another piece,
another, another piece.) I’m always crashing into
the future.