Shay Alexi Poems

Butter to knife: How old were you when you first started stealing softness? What does it feel like to see a savory body content in her own sweetness?

Butter to knife: You say you like my softness, like being this golden, living silk was my birthright. You think I got this way by accident? You should've seen my mother, my mother's mother, my sisters churned to get this smooth, this cream, this trusting.
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