The Floating Cake
My body is white; my fate, softly rounded, Rising and sinking like mountains in streams. Whatever way hands may shape me, At center my heart is red and true.
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The Cake That Drifts In Water
My body is both white and round In water I now swim, now sink. The hand that kneads me may be rough— I still shall keep my true-red heart.
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Jackfruit
I swell like a late summer jackfruit. My skin roughens, the pulp of my body so thick. I wait to be speared and wanted. If squeezed, I’ll leave my colour on your hands.
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