broccoli allowances are sparse in the amenities of heightened bulk
now is that what we humans need though?
a lessening of powdered salt and a grainful of speech perhaps instead?
these are just questions.
powdered salt like the caustic membranes which chuff at the insides if out outer innards making us inaccessible to each other and sorry, but a pile of dough. For them to knead, so why should we hear their pleas? that thaaaat thaaat thaaaaaat that. thaaaaaaaaat. yeah ******* authorities.
This poem starts with the noton of physical health, feeling like typical notions of health are out reach. it's tone of eloquence however here, suggests that there is a privilege being given to the writer, as she casually disregards consumerist ideas of physical health or 'bulk' also.
by powdered salt she could be referring to another drug, amphetamines or ******* maybe, asking for a replacement medication that will cure her speechlessness and even trauma perhaps it would seem - as the next line describes the powdered salt as nothing more than a blight on human autonomy.
As a writer, sh could have a vendetta against these drug prescribers or she may just be unsure if other concepts such as love. which, to be fair do seem to be absent from her other writings.
