You make the coffee syrup make the tea
digestible make the cookies and cake guilt-
free you keep me from extending my
presence in this world anymore past the
top of my jeans than it already is keep my
tooth sweet keep my tongue pleasant
enough to refrain from screaming curses
at a dull bland pantry but are you worth
the knives in the eye the hammer in the
skull the blinding rainbow sphere-shaped
cubic gatherings of kaleidoscopic neon
are you worth the temporary paralysis
the permanent terror the clusters the
migraines the spiraling stomach are
your charms worth your vices is a little
less me worth a lot more pain?