a scream in the kitchen
with a small heart, that hums
with one ear smaller than the other
half the body, sealed
tail in the wispy end of the letter Y
one leg stretched out
then the oil pours down
a slick struggle and many minutes
has found freedom with plastic sides
in the cold night under yellow lamps
eager to get out
then paralyzed in open space
in the middle, carried on a leaf, left to rest
-Hannah
Up so high, no center of gravity
The skeleton has four points touching earth
Metal bars keep contents captive
Despite attempts, balance cannot be found
Three times four is twelve plus four is sixteen
Lined up one two three, the fourth on its side
One thin cotton cord to stetch around, pinch, pull taut
Transported behind doors, kept in darkness
Unsteady yet they never fell over
Such a small space to pace about
Move less, quiet down, stand tall
Finally the gate is drawn open
Calmly returned, with few pieces missing
No one even even missed them
The skeleton has four points touching earth
Metal bars keep contents captive
Despite attempts, balance cannot be found
Three times four is twelve plus four is sixteen
Lined up one two three, the fourth on its side
One thin cotton cord to stetch around, pinch, pull taut
Transported behind doors, kept in darkness
Unsteady yet they never fell over
Such a small space to pace about
Move less, quiet down, stand tall
Finally the gate is drawn open
Calmly returned, with few pieces missing
No one even even missed them
-KM
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