Butterfly Sandwich Pizza

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
appropriative commodity

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
mostly girls.

“Oh, I am sad that you killed their children?”
That is not valid.
Death a beautiful process wrought by appetite.

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