They took the sweet They left the dust I found the trail And it remembered us There were fingerprints in flour On the counter after midnight Little half-moon marks of hunger Where the soft things lost a fight Everybody came in smiling Everybody called it kind Break a piece and pass it over Leave the smallest part behind I kept quiet in the pantry With the light under the door Counted every little ruin Like it had a little more Maybe I was made for giving Maybe that was just the lie Maybe every missing piece Was a map I had to find Now I hear them calling From the floorboards tonight They took the sugar They left the crumbs I followed every piece back home I am not the hunger I am not what’s gone I am the proof they didn’t swallow whole Call me broken Call me picked apart Every crumb kept proof inside the dark They took the sugar They left the crumbs Now every little piece knows what they’ve done Crumbs, crumbs I found my way in crumbs Crumbs, crumbs I am not what they took There were names inside the cupboard There were debts beneath the plates Little blessings with a bite mark Little prayers that came too late I was good until they wanted I was sweet until they fed Then they called the empty holy Like it proved that I had bled But the floor knew every secret That the table never told All the pieces kept their witness All the crumbs were turning gold Maybe I was not the serving Maybe I was not the plate Maybe I was never missing I was learning my own shape Now I hear them calling From the dark where I escaped They took the sugar They left the crumbs I followed every piece back home I am not the hunger I am not what’s gone I am the proof they didn’t swallow whole Call me broken Call me picked apart Every crumb kept proof inside the dark They took the sugar They left the crumbs Now every little piece knows what they’ve done Do not bless the bite Do not call it love Do not make a virtue Out of giving blood I was not the feast I was not the debt You were not owed sweetness Just because I had it left Underneath the table Underneath the noise Every crumb kept witness I still had a voice Pick me clean Count me less Call it mercy Call it best I know what you swallowed I know what I kept You left me in pieces But the pieces never left They took the sugar They left the crumbs I followed every piece back home I am not the hunger I am not what’s gone I am the proof they didn’t swallow whole Call me broken Call me picked apart Every crumb kept proof inside the dark They took the sugar They left the crumbs Now every little piece knows what they’ve done They took the sugar They left the crumbs I was not empty I was coming back in crumbs They took the sweet They left the dust I found the trail And it remembered us
