The Well of Mercy
I am the well of Mercy
I’ve been looking for
my whole life.
And I hand it out freely,
to even those I’ve begged for it from.
And I’ll hand it out
until maybe one day
it kills me.
And when I die the mercy will spill,
it’ll fill the whole world
right to Lafayette Louisiana,
and then the flowers in Romeo will spring
like they never have,
and maybe they’ll even feel something
like they never did.
And their chests will fill and slosh with the mercy
until it’s spilling from their eyes,
watering the whole earth.
Oh how nice would
that be,
if the mercy just
drained right
out
of
me.
Terri
“Your Aunt Lori told Tina that your mom’s living in a homeless shelter.”
“Your grandma just couldn’t put up with her anymore.”
“Nobody will take her in she’s too much of a bitch.”
and everybody’s happy to hear it when I tell them.
I think over and over again that I feel funny.
I try to imagine my parents kissing,
but I can’t,
and if I can’t already well
then I never will.
Minotaur
I’m 120 if I’m lucky
but emotionally speaking I am
a minotaur, breed out of man and cow and
I’ve spent 20 years loathing
my lineage, my heritage.
I’ve spent many years scrapping skin from my body, peeling back everything on me, keeping my blood thirst to myself,
but what a thing how now I love
and my love frowns upon my gruesome coping. so instead I’m foaming
from my mouth. I’m
screaming at him and I’m
eating peoples body parts;
I fist fought my mother and
I’m mean to my lover,
I’m a bad person deep down and I
always knew that.
