and she ate a pear
perched perked round
and eating with her
mouth like that. I could
pair her I see, take the
apple to eternity.
but wait she can hardly
see. eyes gammed, nostrils
heavy.
a dumb clot in
rich sinews flother.
and a doorstep fills my heart
in loving a red mountain.
prepare it by beating it.
or chew it. or put your
nails through it. either way,
he said, don’t let the
dogs in the garden or they’ll
see you like that.
Social Paranoiac 