Homemade!
not a foreigner

I think
I feed

feelings can be so
cruel in the winter
months

like a crab I crawl
amongst you
Go ahead
Look away

She is gone-
everything useless now-
poetry is like sand
washed away by the sea
of science

You will be
the last one laughing
I know that
go ahead

go ahead and treat me
like the pig I used to eat
why not eat me?

You are so much better
than me

please buy your horse and just go