"Imagine all of the apples meant
to be bobbed,
being eaten by a random circus performer
named Bob
and then being spat
into confessional booths,
core after core split into pieces.
to be bobbed,
being eaten by a random circus performer
named Bob
and then being spat
into confessional booths,
core after core split into pieces.
Every fake priest is a little girl’s dad,showing and telling her
what she should or shouldn’t do
while he peels her skin off."
In me and j/j's collaborative poem,"Wow Bob Wow", which appears in Maudlin House - https://maudlinhouse.net/wow-bob-wow/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=SocialWarfare&fbclid=IwAR1HD9V_6AnidgOq3kQ9bU615wow82KP8_NYXYVI5wTlXsDdyYOgTgNmiWQ
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