purgative pejoratives

operate upon me
with the can opener
render me a jagged
piece of election meat
make my heart a hologram ring
festoon my cisgendered sex
with ringlets of onion
some states eat pets with abandon

(abandon all hope)

my patrimony bleeds
like a curlicue fibber
let us purge our guts
with reaper peppers
and flow away on our excreta

deliver us from phonetic elocution
(and longshoremen strikes)
amen

What I’m Reading:

And all that remains for me is to follow a violet darkness
on soil where myths splinter and crack.

— Najwan Darwish / “A Violet Darkness”