Kill the words! Kill the title! I am working on editing my earthquake poetry series.
The smell of laundry
detergent blows from a vent.
You come back with toilet
bowl cleaner. I hate
the lemon fragrance.
..........God doesn’t help me,
I repeat & turn on the television.
..........No nuclear plants;
..........we want to birth healthy children.
Japanese school girls
a wall of camphor trees.
..........Where are the snow peas?
you ask in the kitchen. I break
egg shells and cook
a pea omelet for you. Your
finger slowly drags
my spine. I smell
the bleach on it, throw
the omelet at your feet. The green
peas roll between us.
The First Draft: 4/30/2011
Please help me God,
I repeat under the crescent
moon. It gleams on a snow
pea field. The purple
petals bobble in the wind. The smell
of laundry detergent
blows from a vent. I trace
a lozenge on my thigh. Seventeen
minutes before May, you open
the door with toilet bowl cleaner. I hate
the lemon fragrance. The TV camera
shows camphor trees. Japanese school
girls march with microphones. We don’t
need the nuclear plants. We want
healthy children. I break
egg shells and cook a pea
omelet. You boil water for the chicken
flavored noodles. In the kitchen, your
finger slowly moves
down my spine.