human brains i love the most
are over sunday's whole wheat toast
bleeding from the frontal lobe
leaking out the unfounded hope
chase the breakfast with a shot
of cracked blues eyes from a skull-shaped pot
with a milky foam of texts and calls
that grew with every lie we told
brush my teeth, start the day
search for delicious-looking prey
buy them a drink, tell them a joke
and give their long hair a gentle stroke |