Carrots

Jackie Andrea Winslow || Fall 2024

One day, if I keep walking through the world
Without enough appreciation, I’ll just become
A serial killer- yes, I think I will.
Being begged and being worshipped
Look so similar if you squint your eyes
(even the bruises on their knees are shaped the same).
Being loved and being pleaded with
Are so similar to a girl in need of it
You can almost hold your nose
And convince yourself that this is love.
Kind of like how you can cut a carrot
And pretend it’s someone’s arm
And that the cutting board is the surface of his nice mahogany table.
And I’ll be called crazy,
Oh, she’s a crazy bitch, I knew her when we were kids,
She wasn’t crazy at all, we just weren’t friends,
I think she was the loner type.