She comes as chopsticks — He comes as cigarettes — She is methodic, she is effective—she is exacting, she is tedious — He is persuasive, but not helpful—he is campy, he is pungent.

She picks him up — He will let her eat him if she wants to—makes her sweat to know that — His stench reeks on her stems — She drops her squeeze, that drops him — He picks his butt up off the ground, she has lit him.

He is burning, he smokes himself — She is hungry, she watches him do that — He leaps up at her chopsticks, he tries to pry them open — She shakes her stems, that shakes him off them.

He smokes himself some more — He leaps up at her chopsticks—she opens her stems, he jumps right through them.

She becomes baby oil — He becomes a sandwich — She is spongy, she is sultry—she is pampered, she is liquid — He is stout, but does not satiate—he is a stereotype, he is a lie.

She spills on him — He’ll let her saturate him if she wants to—makes her relieved to know that — His breads disintegrates on contact — She throws a towel, to absorb of him — He sees his sesames on the bathtub floor, she has saved them from drowning.

He sees he is melting, he eats himself — She is hungry, she eats him, too — He grabs some of his sesames off the bathtub floor, he feeds them to her — She shakes her head, but she eats them.

He eats himself away — He looks at her oil—she opens up her bottle, she pours herself into him.

She becomes a medication — He becomes a stuffed animal — She is heavy, she is sedative—she has immense power, though she is tiny — He is old, but never dies—he is lovable, he has no soul.

She fades away within his fur — He lets her do that if she wants to—lessens her inhibitions to know that — His plastic eyes roll toward his head — She swims through his foam, she looks for his brain — He picks up her little house, he eats her 60 siblings.

He sees they all are killing him, he lets them — She is hungry, she kills him, too — He grabs his face to feel his nose, he punches it through his flesh — She sees the opening from thats tear, she pulls herself out through that.

She sees him dying — She sees her 60 siblings exploding beneath his flesh — She punches through his face, she finds his brain —

She pulls him out of it.