Miriam Marcus struggles up out of bed. She's caught up in blankets and clothing, stuck with a foot in the sheets. Coffee smell. Pungent, slightly sweet, it pulls her by her shoulders, with its body to the door. Then, sharp and deep, scents of a trashcan floating chicken in its own juice punch her in the nose. In the hall, lights flicker. In front, on the couches, bodies pile up, pile over the room. Get caffeine. Dodge the food spoiling happy on tables, counters, and do what you do as you do. Every day.

What's wrong?
Short. Succinct. Acute.
I never even wanted
this picture.
(You did!)
First smell is a fragrance
soft to my nose.
(Sour cream.)
Will I be number 6 in
this two bedroom
forever? Will I
lose my job?
(Probably.)
What's wrong?
Short. Succinct. Acute.
I never even wanted
this picture.
(You did!)

You wanted this medication,
baby. You can't tell me different,
though you could try. *****,
why you gonna waste my time?
I'm waiting for you, waiting
for you to catch up. While you
play twenties in your thirties
I urge your image using only
raw throated screams, always
unseen behind your head in
floating, incorporeal code!
And it kills that I can't know
(Pour coffee.)
if she'll catch up!
(Ignore it.)
I'll chew her heart into chunks,
(Work day.)
just let me!
I'll eviscerate her, devour her
and **** her out
into a self made five mile hole
in the lonely woods!
Just let me.

Yesterday you were in my mouth,
Even I was enjoying ******* you,
And you melted between my lips,
Hot lips of mine made you drips.

On the cusp of love you waited to burst,
Heaving your ***** in a heavy workout.

Your depth was deeper than I thought,
Entering my mouth were all your juices,
And I gave you what you always sought,
Heavens I visit while eating you, ice cream.

Just come on, come and descend,
Upon me like a playful fox,
Seeming like eternity,
Trusting you.

Come here,
Over here,
Magically,
Excellently.

Tomorrow is unforeseen,
On the cusp of uncertainty.

Mangoes we deserve after such harsh winters,
E*erily quiet is this dead midnight approaching.

Whipped Cream
By, Tommy Weber


Light and puffy
Soft and fluffy
It goes on strawberries
Shortcake
And pie
You know you love it
Do not lie
Take a whiff
I guarantee
You’ll smell a fine dessert just for thee
Cold and whipped
Soft and creamy
How do they make it so dreamy?
Savory and sweet
Gleaming and white
What a tasty delight!
With a hiss and a swish
The can shoots whipped cream
With a soft squeal
I begin my meal

Do not criticize
You know you’d do it too
When a delicious dessert
Comes your way
How could you sit back and say “Nay”?

I relished applying the butter on her body,
She enjoyed slurping my cream,
God knows how strongly we both used to dream,
And now,
Taking her higher for babies she lets out a scream,
I am writing this ***** poem,
She too is obviously not riding an Audi.