Dinner Leftovers

A collection of stream-of-consciousness poetry, excerpts from unfinished drafts, & word vomit from summer's past

Jul 13, 2025

∙ Paid

June 2022

AND WE COULD CONSUME YOU

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The last thread snaps
And I am thanking several gods
At the supper table
High tea and high wine
Poured in the vase with the menstrual blood
To water the lawn of a sacred
Government funded apartment complex.
My life is every life of every woman
Who knew she'd rather die
Than allow him to walk through that door
Freshly was…

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