"There are no knives / for cutting your throat"
There are no knives for cutting
your throat. We have doubled blades
to tenderize the poultry, metal
to liquify the yellow brick of America,
rock U's to keep the
black. Of course I love you, with
a cackle and sneer and fizzy beer
in your tummy. We made
potato logs and heard them scream
late-night-diner-waitress style--
two-toothed smile that
lets us know where the cats are.
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