The Roach
prose for insects
Stain on your cheek but ignore the draft coming in
Even though it might stick to the other part of your face-
You gave a sculpture of a twisted contorted facial article to your mother— after I saw you hiding—along with
Cats behind the curtain
Rats under the floor boards
Bad morning good da
Laying moaning on the couch
Alone finally
But you left something behind
My feet carried you for five years. I was in pain most of the time.
For my lost future—for the life I should have been working on
To just play my instrument quietly
Without you in my fucking face all day and night!
How long and what for?
Waste your mind Mimi yet again
On a drip I must have slipped into this travesty this farcical anarchy
Doped up
Druggie stoner like you
Greed feed me with your toys- boys- dick-lick-schtick
Fiend sucking cock-
Like to take a key and latch lock
Discarded forgotten left to go alone
Not once but more than three times equals zero
Recoil in anger
Blood test appointment
Doctor says I smoke too much
Why do you think that she asks
Testing your mind
Toss yourself into the bath
Vinegar foot baths for my tinea fungus infection probably got it from you
Catching a chill caught achoo
Milling around a circle dancing with the present moment
Playing with your hands
Twisting hair and shaking toxins out of system
Details of how this happens
Never even told you the ultimate honest godamn t
ruth
Which is.
'I hate you'
The End
Mimi Bordeaux August 29 2024