My head is split
in ninety, numb, nickel-sized holes.
Christmas and New Years are hip
holidays for profit.
Sometimes monkeys need bananas
to act kind, generous, and happy.
My heart is in prison,
without adjectives.
There is a hunger for destruction
in the human mouth.
Chewing air,
chewing words,
chewing bullets
chewing skin.
I have felt teeth gnawing on my ankles.
Why do the battered go back?
Why do the batters batter?
What is enough?
When is enough?
Have all the bananas you want,
just give me back my heart.
My head is split
in ninety, numb, nickel-sized holes.
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