Saturday, June 11, 2016

Preflight Checklist

Behind the airlock door 
there is something keeping this rocketship safe 

Perhaps it is better left dead and unsaid 
perhaps I can teach my tongue to curl and figure eight
fancy and tight
or maybe this is a game of fetch
where your mother -
and babbly-
throws the steak knife
on the floor

and I bring her lilac breath mints,
flashing the smile I rehearsed 
during my vivisection lessons with the butcher. 

1 comment:

  1. I like the selection of poems you have added to your new blog. These stark reminders of what it is to be human, and why we become what we are.