Loath Letter

If I could I would

–

I would pinch your bacony cheeks and slice them up

to indulge in a crispy breakfast

I would carve your head like a pumpkin at

Halloween –

and let your eyeballs float in a spicy ragù

I would carefully hang you by your hair

their curls gently wrapped

around your neck

I would prohibit any chocolate

to wear your pinguid name

for no supermarket to ever be hell again

I would look at you gaggin’ in your own saliva

It’s still better than on my boyfriend’s stamina

I would chase you in your most jolly dreams

like a jaundiced Freddy