curious as a morning toddler
i look up porridge in the dictionary
stop at definition no. 2:
to stir the porridge: to take one's turn relatively late in a pack-rape, etc...'
simple
milk-casual
breakfast-table words
they stop my joy
brutal as glass in the bath
imagine the woman –
boiling
relatively late
with shots of semen
multiple doses of wild oats
roughly sewn
with hate in the hands
boiling to
red porridge
as the pack keeps on scraping
i try to flench the words
but they keep on scraping
i want to create
right now
a world where
to stir the porridge
is only ever
a charm
involving
oats and clean water
the muscled hand of a woman
worn kitchen spoons
a steady old saucepan
and comfort on cold mornings