January 24, 2011
Bruise me—
I Dare You.
Give me all your hate,
On a platter,
With sprinkles and sugar
In the form of cookies and treats.

Write messages of repulsion;
Right near that chocolate chip.
Go ahead.

I Eat Mouthfuls.
Your vile words, tasty.

Pass me another?
Mom, you were Always the best cook.
Too bad,
I’m learning fast—
A little Chef now.
An apprentice.

Now it’s my turn to feed.

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