I stir polyvinyl chloride into the pot;
seconds later, string it down my throat.

How did this world get so cruel? I
like the taste & I’m ashamed to admit

I ate two packets, then scrunched them
in the trash bin beneath the bananas

so no one could catch me, but if I am
paying with my dollar, mail a capitalist

two fresh quarters, minted abominations
I use to willingly slake my own demise

at the supermarket, long lines of
omnivores waiting to get our fix.

(originally published in TH Magazine, Summer 2019)