know what
i like laws.
i love it somehow
and i get a square-jaw
reading and
trying to teach it.
i face the mirror at
night after
exploring the
cases of people
in passion and
then commit crimes
the murderer
for instance is
a jilted lover
the abortionist
is the one who
loves a family name
or two people
who want to discard
a marriage contract
invoking
psychological incapacity
the more i love law
the more i get a square-jaw
but somehow i wish
i have a face in the shape
of an apple
or
a heart, lips like bows
to arrows,
and nose like bridges
and eyebrows like
waves and
teeth like pearls,
and the more i wish
i am the other, the more
i wish i never had
a square jaw, slowly
my words reshape my
face and change
my hard looks from stone
to bread, from rocks to
grass
i soon realize,
i am different, i am
more than the law
outlawed by the
squareness of my jaw
which has curved
a bit, and not to use
the apple or the heart
now invokes
this mango.
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