the song says make em feel the heat so i don’t wait.
i swallow the sun & let it pop
against my cheeks, burn
the tip of my tongue into
yellow. five minutes before
physics class my body melts.
goo sinks from my collarbones,
sticky & glossy. i’ma be the hottest in this spot. ironic that
here, too, the sunset refuses to
fade, like a pop chorus
that overstays its welcome.
in thousand tasty, the goldfish
dies, forgetting to leave a will. they
flush it down the toilet with a glass
of oj. the toddlers wail, are paid
in soup steam for their troubles.
i pour vinegar over dumpling horizon,
letting it pucker at fleshy seams.
sweat it out. oh gee, we make it so hot. pray for soft bone & pig ear
under my breath.