Today I went to school and I learned how to write. My teacher taught me how to spell and punctuate, how to elaborate on my thoughts with concrete detail and clear and concise imagery. He taught me to break paragraphs, indent, double-space and to write my name nice and neat at the top, and I was good at it because I’m a good girl, a good student, and I follow the rules because that is what you do; that is how you become a good writer.
I’m a good girl and I follow the rules.
Punctuate with your period. Stop your flow.
Concrete and crisp like the hem of your skirt,
and the tightness of your lips.
Break paragraphs like I break your back
on this bed of fertility, double-space your legs
so I can indent your name, plant my seed, and
write my name in its place.
Nice and neat on your seat.
I’m a good girl.
I’ll follow the rules.
Follow the rules.
F O (g) L (o) L (o) O (d) W
R (g) U (i) L (r) E (l) S
Rules. Rules. Rules.
You followed the rules.
Krewl, deceptive wrld.
Fa-low hour rewlz and yoo kan bee yoo.
fllw da roolz and we’ll eat u too.
Cages and cages of dismembered mindparts
and sewn together
hitched and stitched monsterminds clikkity clacking on bars
Good. God. god. dog.
the hissing wind says silence saynothing
say what you mean say what we mean but mean what you say
don’t say that. say what we mean but make it from you
slithering snake ive been bitten
injecting me with the
serum of shame
parasite of blame
stick a spoon in my head
and mix it well
pour it out to
bake your cake
soft and spongey
cake brick fit me nice into your wall
use the frosting to keep crumblings together
just long enough
to sing happy birthday.