If I see death on the spine,
I pick it up,
And my strawberry gum goes on my wrist:
NO CHEWING WHILE READING YOUR MURDER BOOKS!
Where the blood
is as bright as my candy-stained tongue
that licks the last page,
tasting that strawberry jam,
tasting that sweet slaughter.
Strawberry gum is back in my mouth,
and I’m searching the fields,
for new novels where someone dies,
I’m not sure why,
I’m not sure why…