I poured the gelatin fixings
into the tub for you, my dear.
Jump the fence and lick my toes,
climb in through the early water.
Your tub is your sanctuary
until the trucks come and
drag you away.
Not that I would let them.
The machines won't get passed me.
Growing roots from knees
out onto the floor,
crackling the ceilings,
shattering the windows,
it is a full on war.
A pistol slips out from my
left breast.
The only piece of the machine
weak to attacks are the tires.
Shoot holes clear on through,
the trucks breakdown and slide
about the highway.
Kerosine strikes a blast at me.
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