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)