
adjectives can be slushy
like hush puppies
and ice in a blender—
no contender—
shit goes down thick.
listen up
prick
your finger
stick.
blood drips,
it drops,
everything pops,
better swap the mop.
been down on up street,
chopped liver paté
a third life labeled gay,
a third labeled straight,
a third labeled stray,
the rest named pray.
who wants to stay?
not this gal!
you hear me, pal?
demeaned—
forced to sit
in between
chili con carne
and macho
supreme.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

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