Bitches I Like Em Brainless

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That way you can fit your knuckles in the convex of their skulls
and relish in the detail of its shape.

Hollow, hollow is the bitch’s head
took a chisel up her hard palette
and cracked it open like a coconut—

Coconut lip balm
coconut cream
cosmetic industry
meltdown
plastic / arcylic
Face Bomb

Face limp
and contorted unnaturally natural,
formaldehyde for days,
trillion dollar casket.

Beach choir sing-along downtown above the freeway
Radio plays soft girlish melody

Not so so-and-so anymore
she’s
the ego imbedded in a mash of matter
white, grey
or the lives she touched…

Every photograph in a bikini,
amber bottle,
medical history
Demonized doctors
for no real reason.

Meaningless waste of time and
non-biased interpretations of what that phrase actually means.

Bitches, brainless
Guns, stainless
steel
factory on Zug Island
across from Ojibway Park
Ambassador Bridge buzzing with semis
graveyard across the street
from Sole university;

engineering at the apex of its income.

Chain-link fence on the overpass
painting
delicate shadows on the sidewalk
between thick ombre lines
criss-crossing
as we walked
through its horizontal trellis.

—sacrifice the domesticated animal
for her funeral party.
Celebrate the life
mourn suffering in general
mourn perception of ends

Cancer in the atmosphere
Diabetes
the biomarker for stupidity
Cardiovascular plummet
versus all the fun she had
Infection, disease and the ease
of delivering pharmaceuticals
to people who don’t want them,
don’t know that they want them,
too young to realize that they want them.

Jet fuel,
fuel costs,
environmental collapse

Smoke rising from soft girlish lips
transpiring through the chain-link fence
watching traffic pass
headlights of bluish-whites
leading lines into
the shimmering metropolis
water reflecting its sheen.

There must be a better way to dispose of corpses
{beginning the processional hymn}
Designing biodegradable rituals
a hurricane or a mass grave

interpreted as chaos

Invisible systems of objects
lucky to be undiscovered

Thankful for reception
though accustomed to its leave. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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