Sweet Tooth Suite

Three poems

Ham Pathetique
I ate you,
but now I grow
shanks, too—
you:
dirty swine.

Swine birthed
you;
two shanks—
not grown but now
you feed me.

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[TRANSITION 1]
1. IMAGE: A roasted pig posing for a portrait.
2. IMAGE: A plucked chicken solving a crime.
3. FEELING: Regret.

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Ozempic Mons
Mt. Killer Mounjaro climber
upper—we go, vying for
new lows, peak performance.
Zen, I call all: Stat!
Suppression!

But chew through the jabbing jawline
(uppers)—says: “Oh, slim pics”,
“Mon Dieu!”. Buon appetito.
Karma, I call this: fat
obsession.

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[TRANSITION 2]
1. IMAGE: Your favourite leading lady’s face.
2. IMAGE: Clawhammer.
3. FEELING: Nostalgia.

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Surgical Liturgical
Lord of last resorts, staples;
        shaper of moneymakers:
sew mouth shut, seeds of
        hope. Lord and cutter of
cords, laughter lines and
        false dawns. Prayers for
Ziploc™ bag gut, new
        face drawn on. God helps
he who wrecks himself.
        I’ll mend.

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[TRANSITION 3]
1. IMAGE: A rotten plum (with flies).
2. IMAGE: A silk handkerchief (with brown).
3. FEELING: Arousal.