BIG ONES, WITH JIGGLY FAT
IN MINIVANS
WATCHING HEROES AND LOST
I CREPT OVER THE FENCE
CUT THE WIRES TO THE SECURITY SYSTEM
PUT A TROJAN IN THEIR SKYPE CONNECTION
AND FOUND THEM ON THE COUCH
IN THE LIGHT OF THE TELEVISION
SOON BLOCKED IN LIQUID SLASHES
THEN I GO INTO THE KITCHEN
PILFERED SPICES ON WHITE FLESH
BROIL AT 450
SOON THE SMELL FILLS THE HOUSE
LIKE PORK BUT SWEETER
I FUCKING ATE WHITE PEOPLE
I DID NOT MIND
NOR DID GOD WHO SAW ONLY
A SPACE FOR SOMETHING MORE PRODUCTIVE
AND A MINIVAN SENT TO MEXICO