"Some Girls Fight Inside a Bag of Cheetos."
"Taking advantage of opacity, Girl E goes for it
and punches indiscriminately, her trembling fist,
upon breaking through the flesh of another girl,
transforms into words.
There, among the fleshy organs, she opens her fist of words,
allowing mean, toxic syllables to thus infiltrate the body.
At the point of entry, a scar is left as a darker
ring of Cheeto powder.
Girl J joins in but also struggles with points of entry.
A voice whispers that her anger is misdirected.
Having been born inside this Cheeto bag
and thus covered in Cheeto powder since birth,
how is she to know?
At the moment of contact, Girl B, whom she's trying to hit,
releases a smell, odor, or fragrance.
It is unmistakably human.
Girl J retracts her fist.
Girl C has done it.
She has pummeled Girl G into a messy little pulp.
But no.
There, over there is Girl G. And this
is one very beat-up little Cheeto,
along with the other contents that are settling
at the bottom of the bag."