ABOVE 
  (MY MOTHER DANCES
  THROUGH DIALOGUE)

 

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