Disaster Sushi
While I, while it
drops through my chopsticks
the sticky rice round your chin
you tell me about the baby
elephant who tried to get
into your size 12 pants
in the rest room, where
you had taken them off
to air, as that infection
had come back, and with a rash
this time, and I ask if
you're speaking metaphorically.
You blink as if a lizard
had skittled over your brain
and then the light bulb
bursts over your head;
in the shower of harmless,
deadly glass you say
now we're both in the dark,
what were you talking about, love?
5 comments:
Oh I love this. It zips right along. Thank you, yum.
Thanks. Written in one draft, quickly. NOT based on a true story, but I did have a friend find glass in his salad once. I didn't put it there.
This poem has such a dirty, sordid air about it. I love it.
is that ladybird? very nice.
am visualizing yr poem.
Collin -- thanks, I'm always going for sordid.
D.C.B. -- Yes, you got it! Ladybird Johnson, with a few tweaks.
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