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all kinds of strange things
are going on around you
the bathroom window pried open
from the inside
screen cut and peeled like a flap of skin
a postmortem amputation or
gangrene of the heart
there’s blood and beer splattered on the wall
red water pools in the basin
rose-colored and fragrant
again and again the morning
begs to be eaten
while you assert there are some depressions
you just can’t get over
luckily, you’re game for a change
like the result of abnormal
chromosomal activity
you run around with flowers
in your hair
and prepare pot after pot of tomato soup
somewhere a pregnancy
is being terminated
and for a good reason
this room still smells like blood
and the cats are moody –
scratch drifts of association
into the litter
and hog the warm parts of the sofa
almost none of this should be touched
but you
touch
all of it
copyright 2005
Laura A.
Lionello |
