Nov 25 09: Low-grade Normal
November 25, 2009 § 3 Comments
Well, clearly I’m re-entering my horror phase, if that’s the correct word. I’m not sure it is, so if you can name it, please do. I have two past poems I consider to be of this ilk: one in Literary Mama and another in Scalped, as well as yesterday’s and some other unpublished work. Something opened this vein in me, and I think I’ll let it flow, if it wants to continue.
Do you ever have odd voices that come through you?
i’m a low-grade normal – if i’m not careful,
my bones turn blue
i was a blue baby too. i emerged an icicle;
my poor mother’s box took weeks to thaw
and her feelings for me never did. papa
tried to warm me at the stove, but soon his
hands dropped off and so did i. so
pussy shared her life and nursed me
with her kits. only one survived; a burly
tiger-puss strong enough to withstand
my emanating chill. he’s with me to
this day, my feline daemon.
once at the hospital, they took my pulse
and asked if i was still alive;
of course I couldn’t say.