Break Up

break up
my little cookie of naphthalene balls
hide under the bed
your small little evaporating body in the big bad universe
here comes daddy
he will give me a good night kiss
and aunt Marjorie
she will ask him for one too
mommy dear
she breaks
her back
and the telephone too
every two weeks
and pills in her gin
her black mascara tears
her perfume and pearls
daddy's perfect smile
we're a trophy family of death
we live the perfect trophy life
the dog gets kicked
it's back is broken
the pastor preached
last summer
and buried it upwards anonymous
little black dress
and high heel pump shoes
Lipstick coloured crayons
and the language of violence
learned
unlearned
detached
and sold
to the neighbours too
sugar in his coffee
carrot juice for her plastic face
jam for my shoes
and milk mustache
dip your naphthalene in my acid belly
and turn me into the monster that is raw
unlike this little slut-faced-shy-virgin-mother-tramp-lover
mongrel of virtues that i am
inside the body of a woman
and child of curious mud-caked flowery wetness
and silk of knowledge
without the bending knees and thighs between legs
and mouth between tongues
and sores in young chest buds
familiarity of drool in boy, men eyes
monster of own-self and not a changeling
snake skinned and bear girthed
and human birthed
turpentine flower scented
bone hide to never be touched
or spoken or marred
be sucked into -atmosphere fanged weightlessness
but never cut of unwill
or be broken
and spread
like a newspaper centerfold
on the kitchen table