"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.