you want to eat meout. right. what does it taste likeyou want to eat me right outof these jeans & into somethinga little cheaper. more digestible.more bite-sized. more thank youcome: i am greasyfor you. i slick my hair with msgevery morning. i’m bad for you.got some red-light district betweenyour teeth. what does ittaste like: a takeout boxbetween my legs.plastic bag lady. flimsy white forkto snap in half. dispose of me.taste like dried squid. lips puffywith salt. lips brimmingwith foreign so call mepork. curly-tailed obscenitybeen playing in the mud. dirty meat.worms in your stomach. give youa fever. dead meat. butchered girlchopped up & cradledin styrofoam. you candid cannibal.you want me bite-sizedno eyes clogging your throat.but i’ve been watchingfrom the slaughterhouse. ever sinceyou named me edible. tossed ina cookie at the end. lucky man.go & take what’s yours.name yourself archaeologist butlisten carefullyto the squelches inyour teeth & hear my sow squealscream murder betweenmolars. watch salt awakenwrithe, synapse.watch me kickback to life. watch me tentacles& teeth. watch meresurrected electric.what does ittaste like: revengesquirming alive in your mouthstrangling you quietfrom the inside out.
millions of real existing people fall in love with straight men. what the fuck
im still thinking about this. they dont just befriend and hang out with straight men, they get emotional about them. they think ‘this person is the best thing that ever happened to me’. i think there was a time when this phenomenon made sense to me but now it does not.
easter in jerz with felix’s family: SUNSHINE, driving around listening to emo (i am grudgingly tolerant/occasionally encutened), extrovert convergence in every room of the house (omgggg), sex on the same twin bed but sleeping in different ones.