smart.

not so much for intelligence,
but sometimes i have a thought
that equals a relative amount
of

brains.

dead roses now.

so those thoughts, yeah, they
were the ones that forced me
out of here.
into here?
some
where
any
way.

i can’t hear anything anymore.
my ears grew fangs and snapped
at the girl with the cries, then grew
hungry for some long, thick

hot dogs.

(whoever said this couldn’t be funny?
this whole scenario, with a closet
turning into a hallway turning into
the box of my heart, with exactly one
million points, true love knowing no
geometry, true escape knowing no
way out -- it’s just fucking hilarious.

isn’t it?)

i opened up my
legs
and gave birth
at three o’clock
yesterday.
to the hallway,
that is.

what did you think i was --
some butcher’s daughter?

[she has six toes on her left foot,
frozen. that last one. that right
one.

she always was
different.]