fuck cooking.

a flaccid carrot
beats a flaccid penis, though
both are such a waste.

DONE!

'i see you've made a
face with your food.' 'it's what the
civilized folks do.'

"oh wow. that totally sucks" or HA!

she frowns and sucks air
in through her clenched teeth: 'hhhhhhh!'
but her eyes can't lie.

i've come out holding
a purse dripping in toilet
water. schadenfreude.

poached

just took the hottest
bath in water's history.
and now i'm sweaty.

sciatic express

misery is the
second after you hard-step
off a six-inch curb.

an inspiration.

did your jet hair stick
to those glossy, ruby lips?
rest in peace, bettie.

day dream #1

i stood behind the
irish people on the lift
today. they smell good.

like wet wool and a
mustiness that i can't place.
their voices are thick

and rich and liquid.
bare feet in wet muddy grass,
someplace far away.