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© Rachel Green November 2025
Soft pitta, warm pitta
little slice of bread
soft pitta talks to me
inside my head
Man in a white coat
says I need a rest
Pleasant little padded room
and nice, tight vest.
© Rachel Green November 2025
I do not like this constant rain
I do not like it. Not one bit.
I do not like to sneeze and cough
The rain today can just fuck off.
The Patriarchal Genesis
The man at the door with his suit and his wife
in her best Sunday dress on a Thursday
asks if I've found his friend Jesus in life
or if Satan has got in the way.
I asked if he'd lost him, 'cause I hadn't seen
an Israelite Jew around here,
but Chesterfield has become racist and mean
to immigrants, tourists and queers.
He gave me a Watchtower, said I’ll be let in
if I recanted my lesbian style
I pointed out haircuts were also a sin:
his god preached misogynist bile.
He went up the drive at a bit of a pace;
her three paces back, with a scowl on her face.
© Rachel Green November 2025
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