The Boy Who Is Screaming


It's like you're at 
the zoo and this thing 
unwraps an un- 
known skin. 

It's like a question 
whose every answer 
you can think of 
is lying. 

I was loud once, too, 
with tears in my nose, 
I was coughing tears, 
but the boy who is 

screaming 
has pulled the bricks 
and glass from 
my facade 

and pooled his flesh 
at my feet. 
Look, Daddy. It's 
moving. It's going to eat. 


October 20, 2001