A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN APPLE "There are no fathers, no brothers,
no friends" we're on our own. Ah, normally you don't care. " Dancing in Palestine!?" No,
think. Why would the news show this to us? Is it to distill primal thirsty
revenge?I am going to hate. I hate too much already;
my head is a clogged drain. God. Hi there, it's me Margaret· My mother calls again, everyone I remember
calls even though we left each other behind awhile ago. There is nothing
in the realm of my control; I lose my balance. I have no control, imagine
that: I AM LOSING CONTROL. |
FREE FALLING
It's a slippery slide, falling in love with you.
Indelible devil masked, which name ought I give you?
Not my angel, not my god, a ghost with too much importance.
Met you when we fell in the sky together, by chance.
All the way down you are near in my sight,
This is the sublime, falling into flight.
We gather ourselves and find a concentric commonality
Shooting glitz meteorites
no one wake me please.
Movie star-messenger, Gibreel? Gabriel?
Angel explains miracles to Virgin Mary.
She shares her excite with the heavens.
She finds a corner, breathes.
A mother at last, she thinks
Now we're back
here.
Two celestial birds without wings.
Reach for my hand and kiss my neck whispering:
' Things are not what they seem.'
We're almost there baby, hang on.
Then, suddenly, you've ceased to glow.
-Blasphemous!
From the top of head: iridescent protruding horns.
Cannot be, I am gonna shut my eyes and remember my place.
I'm not yours to keep, fie! I've made my last mistake.
Your mouth blossoms open wide -stale stained teeth.
Who you've become is sheer disgrace.
I want to go back home, call my friend
Mary Jo.
LITTLE
GIRL PLAGUED: "
Everything is going to be alright little girl," we hear them say.
The Senator isn't speaking anymore. He's passed, out. Oh well, the I'll
focus on the girl: I feel her pasty forehead stuck to my right thigh, my pants are torn there from the clutch-it ripped into my clothes. The little one breaks into a sweat. She is fainting. Her arm drops over the bench as if reaching for air. I try to pick her up, but she is too heavy. I think of Ted's weight on me.
I feel better now. |
ANGELS
Dear god, am I dead yet? I see a pretty face he looks like a sad angel. He has
a rope around his neck;tied. I remember playing games with Ted in bed; he tied
me up. I couldn't see my face. Did it look like this little boy's? His face
is golden. It fills my heart. There isn't much to fill because my heart is pretty
small. I don't really have much room for compassion. I'm really busy.
Elizier says there is nothing to do to save the precious boy. His eyes glued
to the vista. He isn't looking at anyone or anywhere,but through everyone and
everywhere. Is he looking through me? Does he see my affair? Does he know my
history with the Ted. If he could muster up the strength; he could save me.
I cannot be dead yet? Elizier says I am looking at the sacrifice of god. "God
is dying here Kelleher." Elizier keeps calling me by my last name. "Please
call me Kelly," I say and having a good look around. The others. Do they
all know whom I've had as a lover? They all seemed to preoccupied, preoccupied
with the death of this angel.