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You paused
in front of the bathroom mirror Long enough to notice the horns beginning to erupt from your forehead but not long enough to care
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I had a plan
to plow through the world step by step Under oceans, over mountains, on a camel that spat at strangers if they tried to stop us It took a while but I arrived at my starting point looking at the back of my head just as I was about to take the first step with a beast that didn't like the looks of me Standing at the edge
of the field I watched you from afar as you slowly aged before my eyes You stopped looking in my direction after I threw the ball back to you because you thought I was aiming at your head Instead of your crotch As you developed wrinkles I took off my broken glasses and tried to crush you Between my fingers You moved too fast though even as you approached death and I lost sight of you But I was immortal stuck in the same day over and over Again "When was the last time
you ate?" the doctor asked "This morning" I said, pulling down my sleeves and looking at the clock as it ticked past noon Your bloodwork looks fine he said as I nodded and blinked I was implored to come back next year for another check up But anemic vampires don't live that long An alligator
in a frozen lake glared at me for a brief second before being rendered harmless by the same water it feasted in yesterday And my bloody arm in its stomach frozen too; clenched in a tight fist still fighting and writing poems about alligators You looked away
pretending not to notice the blood pooling at your feet The least you could do is look at my dead body after you killed me Frozen in time with eyes looking up at you blinking for help Nothing to see here Just another day where your gravity failed and my rockets burned your hands You were supposed to be in the passenger seat preparing for lift-off not with a wrench unscrewing bolts and disconnecting wires Grieving with
no body I'm underground while you tunneled out like a blind gopher Dirt in your eyes and worms in your ears and withering bones under the weight of a chimpanzee brain looking for ways out of a cage you weren't in A strong body under the crush of all that mud is as weak as the frail old man shoveling above who had changed places with me 50 years ago On the sandy shore
where I had spent hours crafting my help sign Speed boats with handsome men came and loaded up everyone (even the people who were already dead) 99 spaces but not one for me A ham sandwich took a place in the rear, sat behind the captain in a box that said "Break glass if emergency" I was told a boat would come back, later but then it got dark and I had already reused the help sign as firewood |
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