This poem won’t help take away
the tomato stain. I don’t know what will
my teddy bear. Move on.
Keep rotting with me and Henry
the christmas cactus.
Weep over the dead god or your
piece of violent nature.
Sob with bubbles at your nose holes
so hard you get a headache
Do it in the morning before anyone
awakes and accept that your heart is
a black bean cheese bake
Wish for something that you
can replace and hope that you
can hold out for some moist cake
Perhaps there is enough for you
if my piece is a mini marble
Do you mind if your piece is pre chewed?
Annieepoetry 