Hate

why doesn’t everyone like snapper

we watch worms drill through apples
your teeth and your tea collidin

the sound of a glove being pulled on
she turns the key in the ignition and drives off
leaving a trail of dust behind her

swollen bananas burning in a cardboard box
origami flowers floating in the bath

I will buy myself new clothes, maybe a scarf
a red coat with black stencilled flowers
that everyone will want to touch

two bugs fuck each other on the tile
I cross my legs and look at the toxic light

will there ever be a man in my driveway
polishing the bonnet of his car with a chamois
I remember the frozen steak against my cheek
how my toes curled
how I endured the sad wisdom of last years diary

but aside from that everything is cool
I get to fart a lot when I’m alone, crying