The Most Beautiful Thing Poem by Minnie Gehrig

the first snow fall
n i am a slave to it,
even as i am dreaming wide awake,
you care for me,

beautifull liars
all in line to see
what im made of,

n i stuff all of it inside,
a fat turkey basting in the
fantasies of reversed and over egotistical
mirrors
of all of you....

growing juicy n beautiful...
while you smell me up n down
your teeth finaly barred
intentions clear now
n you take a bite..................

but cannot keep it down,
it regurgitates itself
metamorphosing
into the most beautiful thing
your imagination frees................