Monday, January 11, 2016

on iron chef, they can make just about anything with 
just about anything, late-night television, 
trying to drill the thoughts from my head, behave yourselves for once.
suddenly 
confronted with it on a silver platter- "secret ingredient:
stuffed"
oh no, oh no.
"mangos." 
god, help me.

the ghost catches me half-way to the bedroom, 
i know what you want from me, you can take it.
she says, "go on, say your prayers, 
you smell like mangos,  
you are 
all 
mine."


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