- Non-Erotic Poetry
- About Anonymity
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Be yourself. No one remembers anyway. You're on death row and dreaming free. Calling for priests. Father, there are gates open for me but I hear a chainsaw. The moment I stepped from the cage, the animal threw shit on walls. Had a party. You broke the bathroom with your voo-doo, Kikah. This is your charge. He didn't get it. I braided two stained shoe strings across a spotless sink. It is a conjure that didn't work. You conjure flies, bitch. I made seared catfish with salt, bell pepper, and onion fuzed in fresh lemon and strawberry juices. For health. He stopped eating then. You order fancy and I'm dollar menu for a reason. This filet was seven dollars! The sea shell toilet over-flowed. I watched the flood cover the tile. I guess I did do it. Duct taped band aids across Guernica's glass enclosure. Just to be safe. You know how much that shit is worth? I do. Last time I made a life decision, I mulled and mulled.
