Saturday, March 10, 2012


A horrible event has occurred.
I cannot explain it or deny it,
it festered in the oak floor boards
where termites bit one another in hunger.

My feet gave them release
in the orgasm of twenty steps
it took to reach the stove top
where I carefully burnt myself on the kettle.

They groaned like tiny cartoon pathos
in tiny cartoon voices
with tiny cartoon cares
that never touched my heart.

Not human, not real.
This seemed to be the conclusion.
We are the careful Gods
arbitrating who is acknowledged

Scientific deductions, researched carefully
reveal the cannon of humankind
Sweeps over the living
our proclamation of unworthiness.

Our reductions of spirit to flesh.
My burn rose and breathed it's hot breath
twisting the surrounding skin painfully
I cried out in fury and stomped my feet

Killing a hundred bacteria and mites
with a petulant thrust of my heel.

Amanda said...

Beautiful. Inspired. You are a thing to be reckoned with.

Jeanne said...

Lovin' the new look!

Elisabeth said...

Wow, what a way to describe a burn and here I am admiring your new layout. It works so well, but I had to come here via your home page. The most recent posts that show u on my screen all said you could not be found. Teething troubles I'm sure, Maggie.

Maggie May said...

Elisabeth that is weird. I guess the money I paid the internet to hide me is working. ;)

Okie said...

This is very evocative. I really enjoyed it. Great use of language and imagery. :)

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