I watched my mom cut strawberries.
She told me that this knife
was only for them,
but I have strawberry lotion
I put on after I shave.
This spoon is for vanilla
ice cream,
but I put vanilla perfume on my wrists,
so maybe I can scoop out my veins.
I've stopped shaving
because all my towels
are stained red
from strawberry juice.
I wear essential oils now
because they are essential
for my survival.
I don't eat peaches
because they drip down
my neck
and there's a rope
hanging from the peach tree
for the tire swing
we haven't put up
Yet.
A shit poem from a shit person.
