my fantasies is pretty much the food it’s
him it’s I prefer my pumpkin’s big arms
it’s pumpkins and corn and beans and
rice it’s been three weeks meatless and
it’s pretty much releasing the two of me
from the wicked powers of providence it’s
been missing been missing please note
the cellphone rings hello it’s a picture of
abercrombe it’s pretty much relaxing
which has made me feel all floaty
and I want to commit and I want my
heart is totally belonging I want to
memory which belongs to this half whom
when dated prefers others prefers
egg salad prefers university students
prefers pumpkins please note beans prefers
published bums prefers missing peas
if it is I lack and if it has a different head
this hello pumpkin of love is pretty it
crushes my guts and my heart and eats my
arm which is on his knee and we are
promises of a joys in the back of my
eyes my bellhop jacket is my stale
barbecue breath is in my fanatasies
of that’s an awfully big arm
