Memories are fickle
A small fart escapes
Not that small more like thunder
Coughing to cover
I am rock jello
The last hurrah takes a push
Stumbling into light
Sweat becoming dry
A white woman sheds her tears
She was freed briefly
From anger words pour
Letting the failed body speak
An old friend sees new
Crossroads
Mania cycles slow
Recovery lays fallow earth
Burning out of spark
Small huddle of care
Swaddled tight stops the crying
Sprinkle commitment
Deciding to plunge
Float in medium water
How it looks broken
I say things that scare me
Sometimes my dishes
Pile so high fruit flies lay eggs
I want a photo
Fake smiles shallow words
Secure cowards bought my shame
And sold it as art
Fat, lazy, nobody
Content mediocrity
Heavy crap weighs low
Observance is emotion
Penetrated ore
Phallic woe tight tension soars
Venting gabbing girls
Mesmerized by calm
Controlled ownership transfers
Surges through my veins
Reverent resilience
Weeping heart not belonging
Watch revolution
Bare bones empty space filled
Nothing is everything now
To feel what they feel
How much you love food. How much you love food.
Inheritance fused
Plump moist inflating balloons
Crunching crisp pan mates
Bubbling warm heart
Coat them with acid, sugar
Firm crumble of foam
Dropped in liquid
Boiling takes over and seals
Their buttery bodies
Hidden spice waiting
Holding on to skin, seeping
Infiltrating flesh
Garlic slips through silk
That covers the coils and springs
Round oaky olive
Air escaping crust
Tangy milky way, pepper
Jumps through meaty tubes
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