The Taste of Seaweed
Seaweed tastes like a storm of six months
A bulimic cloud of bile and doubt
Fainting in the brisket line
Curled on the chest of a false lover
Pregnancy scare relieved by a loss of one fifth
A predator child disguised as sensibility
Reports the angel to cover himself
Teeth forcibly removed
Jaw and soul bruised
Out of work and left with myself
Do I seek self-destruction?
I ignore the real questions and tear the seal
I love the taste of seaweed.
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