Cherry

Baby Bummers

Pop will eat itself... but it will be sick afterwards.

Baroque

a misshapen pearl... imagine that

Just Cry, Mama

It was just awful. "Just cry, Mama. Go ahead..."

A Girl And Boy, Eighteenish

A girl and boy, eighteenish Lie slung over and under the covers Like summer lovers Her sad shoulders covered By thick arms. She starts to think about putting on

Gift

You’re such a gift Just think Your parents Look what they did Who needs ink Or paint Let’s get together And make A daughter To save Some other Younger Creep.

Beef

Sometimes she would sleep With her head on my chest Saying she liked to hear My heart And that thick chunk Of meat would start to think It had more to it Than beef. The stupid lump.

I Saw A Boy

I saw a boy Who knew he was a boy And wanted all the world To see a man. He had gelled hair And wore a face Like a frown drawn on a strawberry. He was about twelve.

"the joys of night"

a tanka ~
Cherry

A meal without you

Whispers of light illuminate the finger marks on the porcelain of a white chipped cup which sits contently curved. After dinner plates, allowing the remains of olive oil

HELP ME SAY, NO MORE FOOD essay

Eating is fun. All that snacking and munching, chips, pop, fudge, and, enough. Stop, or I'll blow up. PS. As of July 29, I have lost 20 lbs. It has taken me two years.

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