05-02-2017, 12:47 PM
( I wrote this poem about an incident of domestic violence I witnessed a few months ago that left me traumatized, I am comparing the violence to when boys smash bugs )
beetle wife. smash her with thumbs and
watch red ooze onto the skin. lick it off
if you want, tastes like summer.
antennas burned, shrinking like matchsticks
wings ripped off and blown away with breath
I am reminded of the meat market, plastic
baskets full of raw meat bathed in blood
the silence sprawls across us / my mouth is stunned
beetle wife. smash her with thumbs and
watch red ooze onto the skin. lick it off
if you want, tastes like summer.
antennas burned, shrinking like matchsticks
wings ripped off and blown away with breath
I am reminded of the meat market, plastic
baskets full of raw meat bathed in blood
the silence sprawls across us / my mouth is stunned