We were sweetly baked inside a pie,
Ripe peaches & seedless blackberries.
And now we’re being divided into pieces
Given away for the reason why we were first inside that pie.
Salem is my lover.
Tonight, she’ll hold me tightly to her breast and kiss my forehead,
Over and over.
Tomorrow she’ll hug me hard, through tears she’ll say to me
I ask myself,
What is sweet, and what is sorrow?