| Microwave Ready The slope from my finger to my palm is stained with the bitter acidic teal Of an overexcited ballpoint pen Remedies for feeling half-denied Partly broken The peaches around here smell like Cologne swiped on the nape of a soft sweet neck And men are cut into pieces like chicken strips Tender robust meat says please Don�t be absurd now Don�t deny my the joys of the flesh The affection of another I�m only part way selfish Another part in love with a Comforting alabaster body and curls that fall on my skin at night She makes me feel like a god Beg don�t make me look like litter |