
"Riches, prestige, everything can be lost.
But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed;
i don't feel good
i think i'm hungry
'you feel fine'
says the almost mute voice in the back of my head
'this is normal'
i guess it is
i don't feel good
i think i'm fat
In my Gram's kitchen,
behind the table,
there is a butter barrel.
One of those big wooden ones you would use in the 1950's.
5 summers ago,
my brother made butter in that barrel.
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