not afraid

i put ketchup between us
red ketchup
instead of blood.

here is what you didn't say:
my chicken is better than your chicken.
here is what you did say:
your hair is sticky.

we are running out of blood,
i mean ketchup.

mcdonalds offers two kinds of chicken
in the nugget form:
the old kind, soft, veiny.
the new kind, crispy, stringy.

when i am with you
i wish i had more arms,
like four more.

do you notice that i eat the ketchup
more quickly?
are you letting me do that?
the ways you are sweet
go far beyond taste.
the ketchup is fancy, yes.
but if i try to fit you into that word, fancy?
the word explodes
becomes a feather,
a shoe,
nothing.

with four more hands
so i can hold all of you at once.

it was my idea,
let's stop spilling blood,
let's spill ketchup
instead.
much funnier.
much fancier.