Coco

go ahead and frolic, coco— let the wind gargle you senseless let your meat-filled bones kiss the grass you are clueless as human meat i will devour you. not today. perhaps not even tomorrow. but coco, hear me when i say this: you are boy dinner. my dinner. i’ll let your fur touch pearls i’ll let your bones dissolve in my acid i’ll plate you in a mouth drenched in heavy metals and i’ll say you lived— a long, enduring life. i’m at the glass table. while bourbon drowned.