The Oven Bird (Titled After Robert Frost)

stomach swollen with hands covered in

well water,

here is your denial.

yellow paper yellow teeth yellow wall

we all wish it was prettier but it’s

time to face the facts, honey.

baby, baby, baby

you’ll be all right with your no sleep

and shaking thighs

and eyes that look like yeast,

breath that smells of trying.

you keep brushing your hair and I keep

pacing the room

while Frank N. Furter tells us of his beautiful

monster.

I’ll buy you shoes that fit in the fall,

please

just put on the dress and step outside.

tell me butterscotch tastes like

forgiveness

or love

or anything other than your dead

great grandmother who only

ever remembered your name.

all these vowels mean something, angel,

you have to know that.

the TV is broken but I like this

movie better in black and white.

I can pretend I was there.

#HS