in the belly of the beast is a vegetable lasagna
maybe my uneasiness
wrangling, tentacle net
oozing a thick creme de creme phlegm<
everything underneath
empathetic appendages
checking, check again, check a third time
for a perfect calm, as if
high-speed sucker pulsation and slime knots
would ever make such possible
isn’t helping.
maybe, i do need self-confidence.
maybe,
it isn’t about the pain i deserve, but the person i can be.
calamari parts fry off & make-my-day bouquets sprout
with thorns that know their boundaries.
attracting
hummingbird tiara and bumblebee bow-tie.
kaleidoscope sugar ensemble not here for you,
but providing solace anyway.
goo-root stems holding up creature-feature warnings.
love yourself, or become
that.
that traumatized bondage snot.
a bath in mulch, earthworm lotion and rooted scrub,
cleanses me. prepares me.
massaging kale reduces bitterness.
sizzle, sizzle. stove finally catches some heat.
eat it up; let me grow herbal.
eat it up; horn to thorn themed dinner party.
eat it up; eat me up;
assist, as in help;
in the belly of the beast is a vegetable lasagna.