by Savannah Trent

I wanted to write a poem for them:
the perfect women
cocktail & slippers handy,
who wait for orgasm,

know compulsion’s other name,
price of spray cleaners & ant
traps, who know to tempt the mouse
not with cheese, but with chocolate.

Midwestern casseroles
as big as football fields.
How do you like your eggs?

Extra yolky, please
tuck in the corners.

Thanksgiving green beans with
French’s extra crispy onions
turkey gristle with a side of
football. Red-lipped smiles open
wide. I made it just for you
don’t you like it?

Better home & garden
semi-homemade sensation
double stuffed pastry

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