Monday, December 22, 2008

Beginning of Cannibalism

We were quiet with our mouths full of words—
the three of us, carbon copies of the other
growing lighter, the younger

a pale outline of the elder.

Our father would serve tongue
wrapped in bacon or plain
salted with a bit of grease.

It was the knowledge of eating
a part of the body we possessed.

The nubs of our tongue
rubbing against the nubs
of the familiar--

Beginning of cannibalism.
No tribe, no order.

Each of us trapped
no matter how similar,

we could be devoured by the other.

2 comments:

Ani said...

My goodness, what a powerful farkin poem! I was completely swallowed whole into it.

You are still here! Hello Treeeeza! And Merry Christmas to you and your beautiful daughters!

Love,

Ani

early hours of sky said...

hey you!!!!

What a wonderful surprise. How is married life. I miss you. Where are you in the world.

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