Antigone eating an uncrustables for lunch
fat globs of strawberry smuckers taking up residence in the dimples of her skunk smile, rent free heat water gas included
hot peanut butter breath telling you all the ways she will fuck your rules
abstract absinthe with, yes, everything, please!
hot sauce promises and declarations of ambrosia
she is albino, between the freckles, and the gap in her teeth births lispy revolutions
her baby fat is political and wagered off as pork to the audience, present to protest incest and paleo diets
how do they keep the jelly from marrying the peanut butter making love to the peanut butter procreating peanut butter jelly love child when they’re so close always I’ve always wondered how come the bread is never soggy
final-meal-pee-bee-jay-pocket motherfucker, its in her blood, at least thats what they say but I’ve never understood why because it is her shoulders which bear the weight and it is her lips which bear the agency and so when
apocalypse nails drop plastic wrapper defiantly on the concrete base of her guillotine
first offense treason
second offense traitor
third offense littering
intangible strange new kind of in-between thing except for
is it murder or catharsis if that’s what you bought the chicken for in the first place?