June 2017

She braided my hair

And I became a mermaid

The strands sparkled

Like scales

We washed and washed

The scales away

To find what would remain

It's interesting how

Some colors disappear

While others stay

On Monday, the teacher asked us what we did on the weekend

The other children talked about going to the market with their families

To buy styrofoam trays wrapped in plastic, hiding a layer of steaks

And resealable bags stuffed with just chicken breasts and no wings or thighs or feet

But the market they talked about was not

The market I went to, because the market I went to was full of

Gaping fish, their mouths slowly opening and closing as they lay on sheets of ice

Roasted ducks hanging from their necks twisted around metal rods

Clucking chickens waiting to be pulled out by the butcher from their cages

They said my market was barbaric

And that a plastic zip-lock bag filled with frozen breasts was civilized

I was

Scared to

Fall so

I

Flew

Hey there Plain White T's

What's it like at the County Fair

You're a hundred feet away

And boys tonight I know it's rare

Yes I do

Who'd believe for $10 bucks I could see you

I swear it's true

I take a bite

And it disappears

Where did it go?

I miss you

Dole whip ice cream

Elephants are great

Their eyes are gentle and sweet

It's a haiku yay

Omurice,

Light of my kitchen

Fire of my stove

My sin, my r/shittyfoodporn