i hope
you’re as tired of my tits and cursing
as i am
of photos of
your cats
and
homemade pissberry bundt cakes
with organic chunks of apathy
baked right inside
Tag: cake
he told me
it was that sexy little upturned swish
at the corner of my amber eyes
the curve i sometimes place
at the edge of my eyeliner
which told him
that i had both the flour sifting power
to bake him the perfect cake
or command my egyptian armies
to cut off his empire’s
holy roman grain supply
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victim pool
to consider his victim pool
is quite staggering
all of them spent time
lashed to a provisional chair
a designated corpse
forced to wear a party hat
yet once they hacked their own arms off
to escape his attic constraints
each went on
to wondrous achievements
and it’s not because life with him
is an exclusive prep school for young women
with only one degree field offered
in overcoming sadomasochism
though it may be a touch to spite him
he abhors being less than
because bitch
you’ll never be equal to
no, no
it’s that he has a predilection
for attempting to destroy
the most beautiful things
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à même la peau (next to the skin)
sweet louis
ignorant king
how crooked
is your manhood
to abolish any notion of you
amidst the terror
of your creation
we shall adopt
the republican calendar
within it
our july
becomes thermidor
no longer honoring the memory
of the fallen caesar
it is a time to destroy
superstition and fanaticism
know marie
never uttered a single word
about cake
creating a little napoleon
we eat the fire inside marat’s heart
three
ten-day weeks
choosing to annihilate
the existence of sunday
soon the people will forget
they ever had a religion to lose
controlling gods create common enemies
robespierre shan’t keep your head
from the national razor
we cannot save ourselves
from the undying urge
to be dying humans