I spit you out
Like the black spat out
The universe
Like your mum
Grunting in hot
white pain
Spat you out
(I was carefully cut
From a loving window in my mother)
Whole worlds, bullets, teeth
Toys, chocolate éclairs, notes with
Writing on
All revolving:
Swallowing and hawking.
On reading this,
You’ll find like most
Bad things
It will end up getting stuck
Between your teeth
