​Cannibalism!
Ella Z
 
 
Someone’s face has the skin of a beautiful, assy pear
and I think about cannibalism.
Someone’s heart—a pulsating, pulpating,
overripe orange. I didn’t know pulp and me had boundaries.
By association, I know flesh, even beady pupils.
You could call me a cannibal, though I don’t know any personally.
People shouldn’t vomit on TV,
People shouldn’t shave their head on TV,
People shouldn’t eat red meat on TV,
I’m getting ideas.
 
 
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