Bake Your Own Cake

I've never been cake
Though people have told me that
Cake is their favorite.

My ingredients
Are as follows: rotten soils,
Bitter herbs and salt

Over Easy

Now I'm cracked again
And the illness has seeped in once more
And honestly I'm angry at you
Because you were the one who dropped me first
And you dropped me again most recently
I don't know why I let you hold me anymore
Perhaps it's because most times you don't drop me
And it's easy to forget you've been dropped
When someone's strong and gentle hands are clasped around your shell
It's hard to see the butter smeared on your fingers
Or to smell the toast in the toaster
Or the hot oil on the skillet
When you're safe inside your shell

For Landscapes

Sometimes it hurts to be with you
I can never be close enough to you
All I want is to be undivided
For my body to be indistinguishable from yours
To be buried in your soils
To be your soils
To be part of you
The way you are a part of me