close the dorr—lock it

run to the peephole

not someone ive seen before

so he probably doesnt

know me. but im not

allowed to be here when

for a sip of carrot juice

to wash the downers

down down down.

part.thirteenth

youve slit your

throat amerika

and downed the

blood of your

own life blood.

for no arm can stand alone

and oxford is definitely in england

and the calling

will say

that the teuro

will slay

and you

cannot stay

amerika

roosevelt gave his legs for you and all

you can say is love doesnt live

its all in a cup of Starbucks

spiked with gin.

9/11 has been compared

to the holocaust

along with abortion

and theres a man

on a white horse

with words all up and down his leg

what bowl was

poured out to

us that day?

this moment of discomfort

has been compared to the

whol holocaust

and so have these aborted foeti

millions dead

millions dead

millions are dead

they say that for every living

person 7 are alredy in the

afterlife

and that every single minute

a baby is aborted.

who are they that no so much

of anothers pain?

they that compare a da y of

discomfort—i see judgement

welded to their eyes like

stained-glass

subtly tinting who are “they”

tears for a discomfort

(spilled mothers milk)

felt like pains of

labor.

contractions

begin

and its a

sin

too late

to terminate

her pregnancy.