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Enough

what are you but a pebble in a shoe?
what are you but hair on a plate?
what are you but coughs during a piano concert?
what are you but spilled wine on a wedding dress?
what are you but that same hair stuck in throat?
the subsequent gagging…
you have been the bane of my existence for the past decade or so.

but now is the time, boy
to detach lips from nipples
to swear off milk
muting the unruly roar of passions askew
coming to understand the meaning of the word
no.

no more blushes in your bowings
no more kicking the cans
doing because, doing because.

but now is the time, brat
for soothing sores not soreness from soothes
for growing pains not ingrown toenails
owning scars-
never scarred for life
coming to understand the meaning of the word
go.

the turtle won when it gnawed on the hare's foot
while it had passed out.

i will have you locked in the basement
i will meditate on your hunger pangs
i will make mantras out of your screams
mark my words, child:
i will bury you alive.

and the time has come, orphan
for your swansong to be my opening act.

poem by Chris Jelens
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