peanut butter clusterf&cks

peanut butter cluster(fuck)s

eat the jar of peanut butter
let me feed you chocolate cake
Mohs says your cheekbones are eleven
and you're halving yourself away.
it doesn't matter that your mathematics
say that limit doesn't exist
'cause you're too close for comfort, kid,
i want more for you than subsist.
the fourth knob down your spine
is limned with the thud of my heart;
the more the lipids disappear,
the more we peel apart.
like an orange like a spoon
dragged through cream out the bowl,
the you you used to be would
take the punch, would roll
with it not blinking and now i
find myself midsentence halting to yell
for you to duck.
and you know i'm all about the soft sell
i like to think i wouldn't buy it
i'd at least wait for the limited review
if it weren't for your goddamned zeros
if it wasn't for you.
i wish i could show your perception
that to me you're never subjunctive
i know you hate that, to me
your beauty's more than presumptive.
stop excusing yourself with a grimace,
stop smiling with a jump in your cheek;
go away, amenorrhea, and the absence
your presence bespeaks.
i want to be enough for you
the doctor the shrink the R.N.
i want to be enough for you
even every now and again
i'd settle for now and again.