I wouldn't dare separate them into equal plates on a precise scale my head and my heart unlike you, my noble friend my conscience weighs much more than my feelings while the first plate carries the weight of a past I can't free myself from because it made me who I am the second carries the lightness of the profane the freedom to savor flavors and only there is there no privilege or guilt one is ugly, old and wise and only speaks my name when it reprimands me like an angry sphinx that would honor me if it only devoured me it is not alive and has no soul the other is crimson, pulsates and fills me with life and screams my name every time I surrender
