here’s a poem i had published in SAND Berlin a while back!

LIKE A DOG

YOU SENSED I WAS EATING SOMETHING

BUT DECIDED THAT YOU DID NOT LIKE IT

the bitter taste in my mouth below you. you are its origin, its dr frankenstein, that which i will never see again.

the sour tomatoes will fray between my teeth like rope. flossing is not enough. i will not miss you.

-four