Thursday, April 23, 2015

Magic Candy

There was that time
you bought the
kind of candy
that explodes when
you put it on
your tongue
magic candy
they call it
but all magic
is  just chemistry
and anyway
it’s not the magic
that you want-
no, what you want
is the thousand
detonations,
holding a war
in your mouth-

These days everything
tastes like a war.
These days you don’t know
how to answer kindness
or indifference
without bleeding all
over the linoleum.
The clean up is a job.

But what can you do,
you've managed to murder
even the bougainvillea,
and the other night
you watched a cockroach
twitch its legs until
it was finally still
and you said, well
that’s one less for the apocalypse. 

2 comments:

Jake said...

Cockroaches be warned.

Priyanka said...

Indeed. :)