Feelings detritus left in cabinets
Big self without boots on
Don’t say it loudly!
It is me who lacks subtlety in my waywardness
polarities on a fabricated spectrum
Spectrum Organics coconut oil
quinoa and sweet potato
No one is ever good.
I am not the thing.
I wanted to be “the thing?”
is the thing what we ate?
The thing our bodies are?
The body thing of rape
someone else’s adrenaline at death
someone else’s hormones
“Oh, I am sad that you killed their children?”
That is not valid.
Death a beautiful process wrought by appetite.