I EAT ONE FROSTED FLAKE AND IT BURNS IN ME EIGHT DAYS
Never think about your mother’s nipples on a train
Or you will have to lick them
And say thank you for my bravery and weakness
I want to make a beautiful breakfast
I am an ugly thought
But have god’s rapt attention
A giant on the train asks Christian? Christian? Christian?
Nodding my head no
I say I need a bigger god
The giant’s mother fed him Froot Loops and Cookie Crisp
Rainbow milk and gold
Building strong, temporary bones
Fill me fill me up
Like nectar fills a flower cup
Flowers make their own nectar
I know nothing about nature
