Your heart is a candy bar
I got for free
I didn’t dress up for Halloween
I just sat on the bathtub with you
in the red water waiting for a moment we were already in
I think I ate the whole thing there
Is there some in my teeth?
I wish I could throw up and try again
I feel prepubescent in my Mother’s kitchen
A blood-red, Biblical love on my to-do list
The rent is unpaid but I’m my therapist’s therapist
I think no one told me about being hungry again
Your mind is an antique store
I stole from easy
I didn’t ask your grandmother
Her daughter just told me about the dead man
in the red water next to her bare feet in the seaweed
I think no one told me how to not be a needy animal
Only that I shouldn’t be one, but long ago, some woman tricked me into being one for food