How much food can go through the human body
Before the human body decays?
I love bread
Because I can never forgive myself for it
Yet I butter my senses to love bread
For bread is the philosophy of dreams
I shall remember myself
As the woman I am,
I am highly fascinated by my life
Trickling roses die passively
As the blood of plums remind me of sin
For I am a fickling plum rotting in the scenes
Oh how the human body remembers to die
So many people dance to their own tune...
Human bodies die at the scene;
So beautiful is the bread
That reminds me of the night,
For it is so soft and fickle
And anyone who denies bread
Is probably smart--
Laugh out loud at my philosophies
But I am probably right
For my body is human on the outside
But on the inside I am dying.