Two Poems

on the edge

baby’s got some big bubbles hopefully ascending to the top of the ceiling where the spiders crawl unmolested oh no one mustn’t kill them they’re the stuff of superheroes rip tear it’s mummy on the toilet flipping through her glossy so fast it’s an upheaval if only she weren’t so focused “4 easy moves for a super-hot body” then the spoiled meats lining up on the edge wouldn’t be below her notice eyes open mouths open much worse than a polluted aquarium if only they weren’t so gristle then maybe i could paint them like eggs on easter bling teeth if my daddy wasn’t dead then he’d infinity me to the sporting goods store and daddy would hold up a red baseball bat and say “what do you think of that?” and i’d say “daddy red is the color of those other parts” and daddy would nod thoughtfully and then daddy would hold up a brown baseball bat and say “what do you think of that?” and i’d say “daddy brown is the color of my dearest rapper” so daddy would credit card it and then out into the out- side world we’d go and i see an un- cultured sea witch dressed in a pantsuit so i use the baseball bat on it and daddy smiles and at the corner mailbox there’s an un- cultured sea witch talking about “barack” “trader” “obama” “joe’s” so i use the baseball bat on it and daddy rubs his tummy because he is hungry and i am hungry so we walk to a fast food chain and a black boy with bling teeth waits to be ordered so daddy orders a complicated burger and i order six nuggets and we take a seat near a big glass window and daddy says he’ll push me on the playground swing set if i want him to and i do

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