Aspiring to a yeast infection, I eat five oranges a day. In addition, I am full of tap water & have been sitting in front of microwaves.
The Easter miracle this year was discovering my favorite type of frozen waffle in Grandma's freezer.
When I joyfully poisoned myself in Queens, it was on substances appearing as food, tasting like food--
cheesed spinach,
sugared squash,
whipped potatoes,
oiled vegetables.
Because there was no way to know what was in them, I didn't ask.
With eyes wide open, I took bite. Then took nother bite.
I happily poisoned myself, but was surprised when I went back for seconds.
Easter cake, I said, was the end of Easter Weekend Disgusting.
And so far it's true, except for the grapes, which I will never count.
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