Precious -

Peanuts and kiddie Molotov cocktails

On a starved stomach

On Sunday afternoons

I’ve got tobacco allergies

And a bloody tongued cat lick ticking the lil' piggy peeping out of

A size and a half ago shoe

I watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner

All the fish died for Friday’s fish fry

I’m watching a sunken ship

One Sunday

Like a likable bully

He pulls to a picnic and builds a fire

December embers trickle up

Set roots in a soil sky as January’s stars