the girl loved pop tarts

I found your donor heart in a little red cooler 
in the grass and rocks right up from the beach
it was hidden amidst bottles, cans, fruit flies,
and a scratched-up babydoll's plastic face
and five hundred used condoms
and a pool of windex
and ten dollars in pennies
and sheep mucus 
and french fries
and steam engines
and horror
I'm sorry I didn't hug you today
frankly, I thought I'd never see you again

brekkist

remember when I took you out of your house

and released you?

put you on a skillet and listened to you hiss

I broke your yolk

I waited for you

I slowly lifted your edges, and I flipped you

I salted you 

I peppered you with kisses

what can I say? I love to do it

you're brilliantly pretty against a white background

your colours really pop

"fuck"

I am yours

you are mine

you are what you are

(I'm so sorry.)

buttertron