98: stunt

April 10, 2019 · 5:00
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stunt
by Monique Ferrell

I want to cross over now   it should be a simple thing to do

wake up  become self-aware   significant and allknowing every single good and   halfway
decent  futuristic sci-fi movie  ensures the computers  will get there one day

know better than their masters

so when is it my turn

I have been waiting like a crooked coiled snake   in the corner of my life
waiting   to know better   to one day know it all

it was the promise  made by grown folk
who ushered questioning children from the room    away
from their adult conversations

rhythms  sexual overtones  undertones decadeold hurt feelings   harsh brutal
simple fatalistic language   that ruined families and friendships  started affairs brought on
mental breakdowns    and ruined every family reunion and funeral of my childhood

you could never get close enough   to the core of anything in my be seen and not heard
you’ll understand     when you’re older world

adults never let children get close to the burning flame

forget the stove    it is life that is catchfire

and so  each child  emerges all seethrough  and witless  into a very real cutthroat world   believing that a
full set of tits   a hairy massive man chest   and monthly blood

are enough for   what ails you
but it isn’t
 
 
 
 

"stunt," from attraversiamo (let us cross over) by Monique Ferrell. Copyright © 2016 by Monique Ferrell. Used by permission of NYQ Books.