Meal Prep Disney, she lives
in the tissue in my head
in a tissue-neighborhood called Tokyo.
The neurons are densely packed there,
though there are openings into blue skies
above them.
Something about the density mixed with
blue sky is comforting to the residents
of the tissue-neighborhood called Tokyo.
She smells like elementary school books,
kinda like ham and phlegm.
She meal preps with ham products often.
I’m trying not eat pork these days,
it makes me phlegmy and aggravated.
She and I need to have a talk.
Sometimes it’s tough to have hard talks
over differences with others.
But when you exist in a reality of
densely packed tissue-neighborhoods
called Tokyo,
it’s inevitable you have to have those
hard talks.
My friend said avoiding those hard talks
is what makes me a lesbian.
But maybe it’s realizing they need
to happen is what makes me a lesbian?
I’m walking over to Meal Prep Disney’s
house now.
She lives on the twenty-seventh floor.
It’s a lovely day in Tokyo.
We’re going to have the talk.
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