the happy family
wrapped like a bar of chocolate
between the meaty, muscular arms of my mother
smothered like a fire; ashes left
I was killed by a drag queen who ruled for centuries on streets made of pure
cocaine
flooded like a blizzard; snow day
a monarch had her heir destroyed by her loyal servants; the left arm and the
right
was it right?
maybe so, all I know is that I’m dead and my mother was my father and my
father is dead, and he killed me,
while rocking me in my mother’s arms.
4