I long to know its feelings. SPAM comes creeping up when you expect it the least like, during a kiss. SPAM smells so sexy. And I can date cops. Arching, popping fat.
Mom is sick of mooching son.
She dressed a pink cube to look like me, and ate it. Now my shoulder hurts. SPAM in my stomach, Like a twenty-ton weight in A light pastry shell. In the thawing snow, The can's blue corner peeps out Like spring's first crocus. A killer of pigs.