i burned the toast again, fuck—
me.
just how i like it.
what if i told you, none of it was by accident?
crunch, crunch.
crunching my way through
life,
not just for abs.
here in this gut
where i hold all of our secrets
where my ancestors carry
all of our
lives — and lies.
if only we could
smooth it over
with salted butter and jam.
we can.
and we will.
and it will be burnt.
just the way i like it,
still.
a taste for change is
bread, water and
fire.
all that we are
is ash.
alignment via Roya Shariat.
Hope to break bread soon,
H x
Made my day
I love you. 🧿❤️