Armour & Affection
man brings us the invention of plastic in 1907,
but doesn't revolutionize it until World War II
when they use it for military weapons: when the sky clears,
we're left packaging our leftover dinners into our
newly invented tupperware containers and
smiling across the table like nothing is wrong anymore.
our body armour was made from the same material
as the coffee cups we now buy and share kisses over,
sometimes i think we never escaped our war,
just recycled something malleable to convince ourselves otherwise,
living on the remains of weapons, now in the shape of a smile pliable,
we have always been: fitting both our meals into one tupperware container,
fitting our fingers together like they were meant to be manmade, always –
how do we keep ourselves together when what built us broke us too?
Teeth
ai tells my horoscope
while i watch news and
some billionaire doesn’t know
the price of bread i steal, and,
big corp make money
off insecurities they create, while
children are covered in blood,
and world is burning—
so i let fire ignite something
inside gut
and decide to fight back,
but knife, after frequent use,
tends to dull, or sharpen—
i forget which,
i don't think it matters,
i remember i forgot to water plants,
i think it matters, so
I carry knife with me always,
and mouth that will not be glued shut
i am no longer profit model,
i am anger,
i am teeth,
i am bad dog,
biting back
leaving no trace.
