Bug juice - 4.13.20
Jars of acid and pig parts
Line the screened-in patio walls and
Wooden window sills, collecting dust
And dirt like it's a chore. A bloated heart
Takes center stage, so big
It would probably burst if provoked.
I pout and sip my bug juice
On the carpeted concrete floor
Made a bed for me to sleep,
Waiting for that pink heart to pop.
The way you have been loved
Changes everything.
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