Fourth Things First

I am eating Taco Bell before
anything else in this day and I know,
some part of my better self
has failed.

I am the opened burrito
to make sure there’s no meat.
Unidentifiable slop-
The hard white bones turned to sour cream.
Gimme the sauce.
‘Fire’ please.

If instant regret is a lesson,
I’m pregnant with it.


1 Comment

Filed under Poetry, Prose, Rambling

One response to “Fourth Things First

  1. Ciaran

    Your poems are amazingly funny and brilliant at the same time. Hell yeah. Thanks for posting them.

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