Dear girl,
Treasured thing
Cram your maw so full of overripe fruit
That it spills over sharp canines,
The colorful meat spilling over lips
Dry and cracking
Soothed by the juice of the fruit
Running down your clean white smock
Turning sticky by your feet
Eat these wrongdoings, affronts to God
Offered on a gilded platter by the women before you
So upon exiting your body
You might find some respite in the sins of your own
Sins of the fruit-flesh, sins of the mother
And the father and the neighbor
All crammed into one vessel
Like a capsule, super-charged with blasphemy
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:05 AM UTC
Dear girl,
Treasured thing
Cram your maw so full of overripe fruit
That it spills over sharp canines,
The colorful meat spilling over lips
Dry and cracking
Soothed by the juice of the fruit
Running down your clean white smock
Turning sticky by your feet
Eat these wrongdoings, affronts to God
Offered on a gilded platter by the women before you
So upon exiting your body
You might find some respite in the sins of your own
Sins of the fruit-flesh, sins of the mother
And the father and the neighbor
All crammed into one vessel
Like a capsule, super-charged with blasphemy