how many times, you?

i have lost the mixing spoon,

the one for the tea

the tea i drink to stay on top of you,

blood-red parasitic umbilical worm

keep trying to claw your way

up to me in my own womb 

no you shan't have a key! i forbid it. 

but we'll ignore that for now. the corpse brings me apples. 

the string to stitch my mouth shut is made of paper.

demure, i'm sure

the no-sun land is right for me

sure it is, 

worm of round mouth and so, so many teeth

your black body thin, aching thin all these years

you ululate for you

well, conqueror, Caesar, Henry the Eighth

take and take and get fat on your throne

you can suck and 

you can suck

you can rape and pillage,

now i'm here

you're welcome, daddy

shall i call you that still? 

nothing but a hostage. 

you wish by you

you think by you

you think the stars aligned, your God came through

 you wish it was by you.