I’m a Twinkie

by Feng

BOMB

It is impossible to write in america. Inside a drain
bleach pours down a huge poison drop
cut off from bleach mother.
White roaches rustle, toasted
from a far away oven.
You will not come to my class?
I will not fail you.
You will not come after hours of obliteration?
I will not fail you.
I is tolerated for my paralysis.
I will not fail you.
The teeming Amazon sends us hashtags
that burst out of the toilet whitefaced translucent
as reptile eggs.
I am not funny enough.
I cannot fail you.
I is here like a banana.
I cannot fail you.

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