hes the best pancake that ever lived!
im so tired of myself that i dress up as
an asexual panda with a ginzu knife
who chops canned bamboo shoots
or i wear my jeans inside out and
walk a trendy street as
a form of martial artistry
cannibalism crosses my mind
i say to him,
thank you for being so sweet lately.
then he says,
but im always sweet.
i imagine a line of sugar ants.
they walk across the counter
to where he sits.
they carry him away
through a poorly mitered corner
by the toaster oven.
then, i take a cold beer into
a hot shower