enough.

Anxiety curled into 
the fists run through
scalp and hair
happily taken
with fears lapping up 
the cream
forked into and 
pooling
at my feet
like a mistake
laughing up at me 
what good is what good is what good is
what 
good what is
enough

It would take
being
to render
understanding. 

Pork

It's different
with you
different this time
your face
your eyes
and images
plastered in my mind
of redheads
girls I know
like poultry
all breasts
and thighs

I look down
and all I see
is pork.