Moon Pie

Crinkling to the door
one banana Moon Pie heavier

I ask what’s in her pocket
but quietly
and she hands it back

“You don’t understand.”

“I’d like to”
but I’m talking to her back

I gatekeep the toilet key
and the poison food
which we charge EBT for

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Keeper of the Toilet Key

I let the addict free because she sang a song about a swing set

full of suckers and children laughing

from where set sat on the Red Bull display.

When she begged for rehab

the seven foot, khaki pig called her a danger,

and tried to cuff her even as she cried.

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