When you finish,
eat the seashells off your lover’s house and
prove to him that you’re fine
And if you feel sad,
eat kasha by the lake with tamari and olive oil,
and hope it’s a hunger
God sent by nature
And not that bloated balloon bubble barf
because you’ve been feasting (siffing)
only apples since dawn.
I feel وسخ like we were in the desert
With mosquito bites like pine burns hair shaded by oil,
but back then at least clean:
I had the mystical just-in-case.