(MY MOTHER DANCES
this is what the Gothel said this is what the old man said this is what the prince who stood in as
my father said:
if she’s a small pussy her mouth be little too; the head’ll be all teethy sniffles. your rampions’ll
be planted shallow. your garlic knobs won’t prosper.
my mother & moonman know all the metaphors
my sister said:
turnips radishes root root root
or at least that’s what it sounded like
it could have been: slurpslurp slurpslurp rut rut rut.
but i have never been one for metaphors. my father-prince & i never walked through gardens. i
can always see my sister chained to her long hair, chained to her bed.
i am still hungry