go ahead and frolic, coco—
let the wind gargle you senseless
let your meat-filled bones kiss the grass
you are clueless as human meat
i will devour you. not today.
perhaps not even tomorrow.
but coco, hear me when i say this:
you are boy dinner. my dinner.
i’ll let your fur touch pearls
i’ll let your bones dissolve in my acid
i’ll plate you in a mouth
drenched in heavy metals
and i’ll say you lived—
a long, enduring life.
i’m at the glass table.
while bourbon drowned.