craving for thai food
spicy clear tom yam soup
eat with rice.

make me a sandwich
pulled chicken, jalapeños
rainy day today.

the magnified, mascara applied
                                                    eyes of my skull
burn holes in my thighs
                                       mulling over the size of this hull

i chunder my lunch and wonder of
                                                          everyone else
and if they're also laser beaming love
                                                               i­nto themselves

or if they're boundlessly born with it
                                                              unstained smiles, strained bites
maybe they're just born with it  
                                                   no pained bile or insatiable appetites  

either way, i hardly
                              can infer
if my stomach is
                          half empty
                                          or half full

serve me a slice of pie
with a knife and two forks
and a side of stolen looks

we'll split our piece
equally discreet
severed, yet even and clean

quietly savoring the saccharine saliva
as our tongues linger over
a bite of shared sin

My swollen left cheek
a round bed of marshmallows
pat pat, pat pat, boing!

swallows saliva
drinks a cup of iced milo
an oasis forms

all that ice a shock
to my newly-formed blood clot;
what is this soreness

you lie as a disguise
and want me to love the mask I see
when I claw to reveal
the scars always end up on me
you kiss my war wounds
after my trample under yo feet
you scrape my tears
then plate them n serve em back to me

A fruit fly flies over:
     There's enough apple
          for us both.