Stella Wong

You break it you pay for it.

I'm so very bored with all my jesuses today.
I already talked to them in a baby voice
and by them, I mean all of them
baby jesuses I stole from target.

I targeted each and every one—
I lifted them. I lifted them from the shelf.
Shop lifted? I'd rather not,
that word's no fun

at all. They were just, wow
so funny looking. You know how medieval babies
were really just full size men, or how
cherubs are ambiguously sexed?

Maybe I'll talk to my jesuses in my daddy voice next.

There's an eagle that has
usually     
one child.
   
If it has two it will choose
only
one to take

care of, & purposefully
mistreat the other
so it dies.

The bigger sibling pecks
the little one so he's more shitty
looking.

So the parents feed the bigger
one & they eventually ditch
the little one in the middle

of nowhere. So it dies.
And so it goes.
I would peck you now if I could.

Peck you on the cheek.
On the cheek until
the cheekbone was exposed.

I feel like you would look good
eating red Jello.
You know

red Jello is made out of gelatin,
bone?
I'll enjoy

my ride in
to hell now.
Next to all the writers from the Inquisition.