By
Laurel L. Perez
Lack
We are civilized
we won’t live on welfare
as the less-than-civilized might.
Bellies swollen with hunger
cannot wait to mix powdered milk,
cannot wait to cook the meat –
eating the powder like candy
washed down with with water
eating ground beef raw
pink and red curls of fat
agitated deep in the gut.
A time when going home didn’t mean
going to a place to live
rather the antithesis (not) doing
as ordered, meant yelling, slapping
Every lack drove the living out
Didn’t want to stop caring
didn’t want to be made to let
the family cycle clear
no one leave this place fully alive
Run – every lack drives the living out.
Ending as Beginning
It smells
of things dying and newly burnt
see through paper
a train roars through him
a scream shoots
down a hospital corridor
bleak public schools
behind walls
the smell of excrement
pearl and opal drips spill
outside red
probin a vein
a pale white statue
a flowing swoop of blood and young muscle
eyes phosphorescent
roll end after end, pinwheel
shitting and pissing in terror
adrenalin,
some obscure function
the silent frequency
knew how to wait
cut rate abortions
take my advice —
Just how stuffy human beings can be
a violent change in climate
Talks, rants
what a lark
Let me start again…
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