You did you ever love me really just don’t 
bullshit me I’m tired
of the bullshit you fed me (I gorged, keep
blame like a touchstone in 
my pocket 6 years on now) I’m tired
of feeling unlovable my ass
in the air a bogus 
wounded downward dog shamefaced
shelter-cough I’m tired 
of this pity party you taught me
to throw to decorate and beam with
all my teeth bared Donna Reed 
in her WOP fineries “$40 of regular please” fat Amalfi 
lemons smacked into Marie Callender’s 
best pie You made me think I was the best-
packaged fib it took two years to peel open
to reveal caustic flesh gnarled
sticky and decomposing I thought
you must have hated even the shape 
of my feet the way
I sang for only you all of the
goddamned cookies I was always 
servile and fawning with astigmatism and a touch
of selective mutism aren’t I esoteric
enough aren’t I hum-warm and 
handleable Look I got the daily mini
in 15 seconds and concocted this 
zucchini pesto that would blow 
your barn doors wide open if you only let me 
one more time 
fill you up