grillparzerkarma
Greenlighter
The cast, it’s coming off
(“How are you?”)
Doktor smiled
Sliting it like a watermelon,
Finding seeds in it
(sickly saccharin-ripe and dead).
Father gathered my bits-and-pieces--
That disgusting,
Sagging yellow hide--
Threw (the f***ing,
Rusting motor) parts out--
The window, onto the ledge.
Mother finally let go,
Adding the ring finger of the other hand,
The lost teeth the tooth fairy’s been
Collecting from under my pillow,
Rims that kept quiet—abandoned
For contact lenses.
You’ve done this to yourself,
Dumped clumping crumbs of numbers—(imaginary
And unsolved) onto a dirty windowsill:
That’s all.
(“How are you?”)
Doktor smiled
Sliting it like a watermelon,
Finding seeds in it
(sickly saccharin-ripe and dead).
Father gathered my bits-and-pieces--
That disgusting,
Sagging yellow hide--
Threw (the f***ing,
Rusting motor) parts out--
The window, onto the ledge.
Mother finally let go,
Adding the ring finger of the other hand,
The lost teeth the tooth fairy’s been
Collecting from under my pillow,
Rims that kept quiet—abandoned
For contact lenses.
You’ve done this to yourself,
Dumped clumping crumbs of numbers—(imaginary
And unsolved) onto a dirty windowsill:
That’s all.
