human nature–in a poem or a pie.
If you wrote me a letter of hate
I would frame it,
simply for its divine soliloquies,
and to see my name
written by your hand,
a brilliant mess of scribbles,
which I would imagine to be
your twisted endearment.
If you wrote me a letter of indifference
I would burn it in oil,
and bake it into a poisoned pie,
to be sent to your address
immediately.
If you wrote me a letter of love,
I would write one back,
and after a while,
if we stopped writing,
and started speaking instead,
and made love every day,
and the ordinary jealousies
and domesticities won out,
we would grow bored
and never write again.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
I would burn it in oil,
and bake it into a poisoned pie….haha…this is just so good…
Yes–she is wonderful!
Written so lovely, sensible, and depressing all at once.
Isn’t she a stunning talent? Sad and uplifting all at once.