Poem my kid wrote while playing a madlibs style game on family game night
I have: the universe. I need: you.
A Ritual for the Dying
Close the windows. Cover the doors in crepe. Light a candle on the floor. Tie coins to the ceiling and leave three eggs in the yard under a new moon. Sing softly. Chase out the flies. Collect all their papers and cross out their names. Open the crypt and air it out. Count the moths.…
We Got on the Wrong Bus
A skeletal hand was left on the seat Charise wanted. When she poked it, it scrambled under her feet.
Come be an Alligator
Grasp our babies /gently, between massive jaws / teach them / to chomp minnows / and toes
I might be a dungeon
Peering inside, I saw what might have been gray cobblestones, rough-hewn stairs, old pitch torches
A Letter from Your Love Interest (who is not an Embalmer)
When you leave I’ll preserve you (your memory, I mean). I’ll tuck my dreams of you away in a bed of Egyptian sand for centuries and centuries, until the treasure of your face is uncovered a rich and ancient icon, ossified, priceless. or I’ll dip you in brine (my feelings for you, that is) a…
Nothing Fun will Happen this Halloween
no goblins will glare out of dark cellar shadows because/ we all know, for quite certain, that monsters aren’t real.
That Thing Standing Behind You
There’s so little to eat, the icebox is empty Is it too much to ask to dine with a friend?
That Fish is Going to Eat You
What can you do but scramble for shore?