i.
horror film: the last place the poor can go.
our second date- her father had given her chase but in slow motion.
he gave me his hand and I took it because it was free.
I told her in the car while it moved what a cliché she was. she looked at hills
a few of them
stopped rolling. she had me pull over.
horror films ain’t rocket surgery. I knew what she meant.
ii.
mothers and fathers, lie to your children.
tell them the honeybee wants to die for them; that no matter their stillness
it will sting.
tell them each they are a limited edition glow in the dark action figure.
tell them the world is flat;
that when it’s not, don’t get romantic to traverse the banged on ceiling
of hell.
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
i.
horror film: the last place the poor can go.
our second date- her father had given her chase but in slow motion.
he gave me his hand and I took it because it was free.
I told her in the car while it moved what a cliché she was. she looked at hills
a few of them
stopped rolling. she had me pull over.
horror films ain’t rocket surgery. I knew what she meant.
ii.
mothers and fathers, lie to your children.
tell them the honeybee wants to die for them; that no matter their stillness
it will sting.
tell them each they are a limited edition glow in the dark action figure.
tell them the world is flat;
that when it’s not, don’t get romantic to traverse the banged on ceiling
of hell.
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