The Crushing Weight of the Air

the crushing weight of the air hardly affects the grass,
but dogs snap at it and it oppresses pizzas
until we protect them within us,
because food is love even more than fucking
or murder, tasty pain in a stranger.

the lonely pizza wants to die,
he suffers from anxiety and needs
to feel at home;

and i am a pizza, a cannibal,
a demon – i eat my own