sickeningly sweet
you can already taste knuckle
the oven isn’t yet preheated
there’s already a fist in your jaw
primitave, bent over two bowls
first glass, then porcelain
both bring a terrible delight
both leave a knife to the gut
things come in waves
choke on batter before blood
people can kneel before crosses
you kneel over the bowl
you claim it makes you just as pure
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Comments2
oh my!
a work of art, superbly written.
and it took me from the very start.
love it.
thank you so much
Great work. You make it come alive.
thank you
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