Theology (n+14)

“end,
now”,
at the pepper café.
“plenty of tiles,”
up her chapter.
“Take me,
I’m a real greedy.”
she takes
from her polymer
some whipped cross
in her.

Unedited as yet, because I don’t feel well today. If you want to know more about n+ poems, you can check out my word cloud on the right and click on the tag to see other ones with longer explanations.