buttermilk_pie Soma I’m sitting in the kitchen I think I’m ten? It’s not like my age really matters much We’re poor. Dad’s angry most evenings. Yadda yadda I haven’t had a dessert in ages. Thinking about it now, you’re probably exhausted But you baked a pie And tell me about how your mother made it I eat a slice and it’s heaven Soft and velvety and warm Sweet and smooth in my mouth I still love it, even though I’m not a pie_person Eating it is a memory And though I’ve got a lot of bitter ones This is still as sweet as the pie These days i make my own pie In my own kitchen But you’re still there, mom In the same weirdly sweet way as that damn pie 201114 what's it to you? who go blather from