Oracle for my hip

My mother might say it embroidered me in wax
like a bee left image center of the icon visible.
Offstage deformity gallop tethered
my two true mouths & one eye.
There are perverts who battle over custody—
to take the bone home or dispose of it.
Heal it like a femur boil its marrow until brown.
Priestly, Domino’s rang to inform me that dinner
isn’t coming to me tonight.
I had a classmate who smelt of roadkill &
teased for being an “eater.”
I can’t cook for myself this month so a pervert
might come & cook me.
Murder me first. This would be plausible perverts
love my track my brand of mink.
Bullies don’t know anything about value
that’s why I was bullied for being pescatarian.
My skeleton is worth twenty grand on the
black market despite not living in shadows.
The black market lives beside the white
market the white market being a beacon of trust.
”We won’t eat each other in return for affection”
on a banner at the infamous eatery.