old human in the morning
in the evening, must be bathed
before it could talk, who kept it alive?
it’s too shameful to ask for help
but the dirt of life piles on
and one must be bathed
The smells of the bakery always made her feel hungry. The yards of bread and pastries laid out in the display case were pure art. After she made her purchases and returned home, the bakery goods made feel more full than any other food. When the war started, she would leave her coat wrapped up in the closet and she would open it, and smell the bakery and feel happy and full again.
Soft warm smells, warm hands, yellow lights, big yellow boa curled up in the window, Ate Sue always crosses the street
lifes sweetness, well bittersweet
but a cavity in the soul is a deceiving treat
for consume the bread and dough
for ingrained in us
this all we know
old human in the morning
in the evening, must be bathed
before it could talk, who kept it alive?
it’s too shameful to ask for help
but the dirt of life piles on
and one must be bathed
The smells of the bakery always made her feel hungry. The yards of bread and pastries laid out in the display case were pure art. After she made her purchases and returned home, the bakery goods made feel more full than any other food. When the war started, she would leave her coat wrapped up in the closet and she would open it, and smell the bakery and feel happy and full again.