Everyone worshiped the I of her palm.
A piano pounded out night terrors,
and crowded the edge of her panties.
"It's not normal", she said.
"Am I doing something wrong?"
When I realized I was the messiah,
I wouldn't eat anything green.
I pinned my eyelids back with roach clips.
I wore a turtle neck to cover the bite marks.
I climbed and climbed looking for the father.
Angry and potmarked, he knew all about telephones.
In the end, all I got was a Styrofoam airplane,
(lost to the clouds) and this lousy Phantom t-shirt.
On the way home,
Pinned between minivan seats,
We stared at the moon for a long time,
until I caught her blinking.
I'm embarrassed to say,
I started screaming.
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