Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Kerri Shying R # 37 Fault Lines


Fault Lines

Last night you said to me
online
so if you run your dog over
with your wheelchair
can I come into the lounge and eat him
like
loungekill?

I said yes
gave permission for the gourmet gorge
on me
when my time comes to die


I have an eating disorder
a degenerative disease
malabsorption whacked 30 pounds off me
last year
I struggle
 meeting my own needs

I was too weary to start into how
I would be dead as a vegan-airre-ian

poor
then dead

not even how dare you
made it across that permeable membrane
the skin on the social conscience sausage

accepting failure
as I do
makes me useless mean cruel

I made a joke crept
creaking off to bed

hoping
when the animals rule the earth
they will be nicer

just nicer
like those kids
stayed here last year

asked what fruit I liked
what nuts
gave me this blender
whizz bang

filled the freezer with snack bars
made with coconut oil
yummies

turned out they were raised
up vegans
all their lives

sweet kids
 smoked like chimneys
but sweet all the same

I don’t wonder about suicide bombers
when I’m hiding Paddle Pops
ashamed of my religion

again.

 








5 comments:

  1. Again your work moves me so deeply, Kerri. Thank you.

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  2. Kerri I am in awe of your work and can't believe I have known you for as long as I have and not known how much of an exquisite writer you are.xx

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    1. I hide my light under a bushel of nonsense Janette. LOL. Sadly now I have been chivvied out I will have to keep on. Thank you.

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