“It Feels Like Dying” by Geri Kim
It feels like dying
Every time you
Come at me with a knife.
The first time I gave birth was
The same time I told you not to eat our fine-feathered friend
Because it can finish mazes. You told me that
When beetles fight they look like they are having sex or maybe they are having sex and we think they are fighting.
Forgive me, there’s a zit on your mouth.
The first time I had my breasts fondled was comic because you were serious.
I cradle you with my feet and drop you two stories. You break your wrist and tell me CD inserts are stupid.
I hate you, often.
There are 10 heartbeats in this room.
The first time you grabbed my balls, you were puzzled and sad. You discovered that I had one ball rather than the conventional two. You held my ball, squeezed it a bit, and let go. You turned into a moth and flew away. I tried to catch you by the wing but it broke off and then you spiraled into the night. How could you be vegetarian and kill all those people?
The first time I checked your vagina, I told you to come closer to the edge of the table, please. I parted you with my fingers, and said, “Oh God!” and you got scared and I said, “Just kidding.”
Copyright © 2008, Geri Kim.
