baby_donut

I have fallen now
the severed apple lies still
she bleeds like a corpse

paper trails me home
making me write for my life
indelible marks

I am really pink
on the inside of it all
my lungs are black though

I am your serepent
the secret that bites your neck
like a goodnight kiss

oatmeal for dinner
sex for breakfast and lunch too
if you only knew

concubine at one
I am your favorite, baby bun
I make great tofu.

omg...crazy haiku spasms.

I need to sleep. I have a job interview tommorrow and a friend named Jacquline who is haunting me with the idea of a big bottle of Beefeater and the Godfather (which I ahve never seen). i think I'd prefer to bathe in gin than to drink it. I may give in though. I need a buzz. It seems like life without booze does not create thoughtful writing. Ask Bukowski.

love love love,
Zoe