Cum Oven

Children eat fried pies and

come quickly when the boys call

Period stained panties

fresh from the ceramic cracked

Take out the pies, yes

They’re not ready

but still edible to young palettes.

Sugar takes cellular form

into pancreas

pores

and unsightly neck freckles.

I’m a liver and two ovaries.

One head, and a hat,

a golden brown baseball bat.

Man

I am the fur growing just slightly beneath your chin

that hangnail betting on an open floor

that kitty in the window that keeps crying but he sniffles

Just give me a place to rest my head.

I’m strings of aluminum accentuating each minor breath.

Sit back. Down.