there are unmentionables jutting out from under my skirt
jagged hip bones and worn out sockets
stripping down and sticking to the teflon
i’m surprised to see me still standing there
the kitchen has gone cold and the bacon is turning
times like these are sometimes like these that slip
a petticoat flipping off an apron and strings
i want to have control and eat it too
going to vote home the pork and the barrel
lawful props to litter the house floor
spunky little woman nipping at the heels
tripping on the hurdled track for a rabbit
girdled and stuck in the middle
till the fat lady sings
~lill
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