I.
The fishy smell
She bought a big chunk of fresh salmon from the market
She asked the fisherman if she could go fishing with him next time
He didn’t pause, shook his head and said, “Oh no. It is dirty and messy out there. Boys only. Fishy smells and all, you won’t enjoy it.”
She smiled and didn’t say anything.
She seared the salmon right away.
The fishy smell filled her apartment.
What she heard was,
“No. I don’t want you to come fishing with me.”
He said it in a much gentler way.
She took her earrings and lipstick off.
Spooned off a chunk of salmon and
Murmured “Fishy smell and all”
II.
On
I want to turn her on
On and on
When she’s on,
I see electricity dancing
In three dimensional lines
Curving,
Bowing,
To her wisdom and power
I want to turn her on
On and on
When she’s on,
I feel safely
Wrapped in a warm blanket.
I don’t need to know anything.
I just sit besides her,
Cup in hand,
Trusting,
She will figure it out.
She is that smart.
I want to turn her on
On and on
When she is on,
Music makes sense.
I take a backseat,
Napping and cuddling with a fluffy animal.
She needs me to rest.
She needs to empty the trash inside me,
Recycle the good and ferment them.
She sends the rest
To a place that no consciousness
Has a badge to swipe in
I want to turn her on,
On and on.
One day,
My ashes will join her,
in a space with no eyes
and no mouth
III.
Prize
He sliced himself open,
one part by another,
He took them out.
The glands, spinal cord, the kidneys…
He pulled out his tongue,
Placed it on the 295 gram heart,
Plugged the vocal cords through
The fist-sized knows the truth.
The air of
deception
Is for
gutless thieves
Carefully separated the lungs,
He cooked them with butter,
and,
ate,
in one sitting.
No trace of her voice
He has won
The prize
reserved
for
Gutless thieves
the sun sets
