Celebrating National Poetry Day With a Poem About Pizza

I’m dripping wet. Bodily fluids waterfall through every crevice, determined and with terrifying purpose.

Nothing around me but flesh. Pink, doughy, incalculable girth.

Doorbell. Moans of ecstasy ring loud – our screams are heard.

Pizza’s here.

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