i thought i retired from that game
what good thought
and what good company.
i was expecting.
it was so much love i ruptured
didn’t know it would hurt
stretching like this
open wide, spread your toes.
imagery like buttered analogy
provisionary bread in a bottle
this day our daily
child salivating
steal your eyes back from the menu.
look at me.
who am i to you?
