how hard to pull apart the fibres
i am not disgusted by your dirt
that pools and spills
it is yours.
how could i be repulsed by you?
deciding to be is
deliberate and strenuous.
we are not intertwined
we are congealed,
dirty ingredients bound and cooked.
your smell is a feature of my life
it exists as a fact.
it is a strange thing to split with the intention of unity
we must break the bread
separate the ingredients