excerpt from Mrs. Twister's . . .
i swallowed you an hour ago
now you're swallowing me
what the f?
this doesn't make sense
yet, your chalky remnants still haunt
i feel you in my throat
and i feel you in my esophagus
whatever, i know they are almost the same thing
you think i'm stupid
capsule this you damned gelatinous curse
who ever said i was into otolaryngology?
the acid is my stomach should be sufficient enough by now to make you into the mess
into the mess
into the M
as in MESS.....
--from Mrs. Twister's Weird Tornado and Animal Poems