come to my tea party & i will give you a gift
a braid of poppyseed bread
it's wrapped in a priceless silk scarf carelessly unfastened from my throat ā the loaf still warm from the oven, fragrant like the fields where its poppies, its wheat once swayed. eat it in the morning, i tell you, when the weight of being alone echoes in the chambers of your heart. you deserve to be cared for. i care for you.















