Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Riot Makes Wishes at 11:12

nose made love to knees
but it was all the same
the way you pronounced it

the red wax trickled
down your cheek bones
onto the cotton
stained and smothered
like children's faces
rubbed into piles of
rotten berries

"how do you think
jam is made?"

father says
as he zips his fly
and puts the button
back where it
should have been
always been

mother lynched the sheets
but rubbing out the scratches
was hard
even with all the matches
she used

sulfur caked into hair
so many wishless birthdays
dried icing
tracing out
the knife blade

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