Lots of folks fall in love with me
now that I’m safely dead…
in my mouth
the queen bee sleeps
I must not disturb her
with the rhythm of clean.
“Shoot!” your father cries.
For as long as you have known him,
that is what he would say.
on purpose like a fucked duck
doesn’t-give-a-shit fool
for no good reason except
he thinks it’s cool to be
bad & lonely & badass.
a forced gluttony, is an act of humanity
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We know our punishment.
We are each other’s ruin.
We open in grandmother's bedroom—
a man I do not know or recognize.
I’ve been working undercover
for years now,
only Intuition and Conscience knew.