Tuesday, April 07, 2020

BUTTER KRUST CONFESSIO AND UNCTION



Gorgeousness has always been my curse
and my addiction:
roaring products spring
directly into my hands
like a punch in the face
or the head

But listen, carnal: when I lie dying I know that I will smell
Butter Krust Bread
San Antonio, Texas,
such perfection having always been
my downfall and my curse.

Hear me, chachi: don’t try to recycle it:
chuck it in the garbage
where old patterns may at last
reveal themselves…
look into it who will…

but I shall have entered Butter Krust Country
por Ășltima vez.