black as cake (wood, acrylic, glitter, glue and paper)

sometimes it’s good to see

your name is a bowling

alley in my mouth

breaking my teeth

off into the wind.

little skydivers

their small hands

cupping the holy water

fish swimming in their depths

wearing the boots of beggars

filled with thorns

starburst wrappers

covering the living room

of my bloody mouth

while bombs explode 

in the background

the naked reporter on CNN

dipping her cheeseburger

into the BBQ sauce

quietly telling me

‘she’s loving it’

her thin hipbones exposed

she can’t be more than thirty

death a distant dream