she's scared as hell

chip shop
i'm the girl you saw in the chip shop
buying chips with my fish
rebelliously, i called them fries
(and they call those fries french,
mon deiu)
my eyes were lowered
in the only act of rebellion i'd mustered
all day

you're such beautiful people
i almost tried to be conspicuous
didn't pull it off that well
feeling a strong nausea
but not from the wafting
scent of grease
there's a kinship in my stomach
laying
like unleavened bread

someone ought to file
a beautiful persons report
you're wrapping arms and words together
in a glorious
selfish
bliss
looking at the girl in the chip shop
buying fish with her chips

those of us who desire
this contortion
will have only their own fingers
to twist and break
staking claim to an oblivious animal
on the other side of the room
was never the way to bring it closer
lure it instead with carrots
and bits of pelletted food
it'll like you eventually
for reasons not your own

i was sure you've both had
animals
that you didn't need to cage
they proudly admitted
to being yours
it puts its water
in its own dish
it's not concerned with girls
who buy chips with their fish