Thursday, December 31, 2009

June 24, 2009

The oven hums like
Christmas and the un-iced
ginger-men inside stretch
and brown to a deep
Caribbean hue that the
white mothers will modestly dress
in cinnamon raincoats
and gumdrop shoes.

The pant-less cookies
will be fed to the
white children, who will
with no explanation bite
their heads first. Their bodies,
still soft, will be dismembered
clockwise until the child
swallows the trunk, gulps pasteurized milk,
and reaches for another.

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