I remember static in the air
the sound of my universe ripping
like a dishcloth
when you explained to me
your taste for innocence
You apologized, and explained
to my 10 year old mind
that it was just like
my favorite ice cream being chocolate
I thought my teeth would break
from clenching
green turned to red
in a sparkling curtain of deception
as I fell
My poor sister never lied
now I knew what your hands meant
when they hid your hungry eyes
the day we left
the animals you taught me
had no names
The alphabet was back up for debate
and I wondered even
if I was really 1/4 Danish
The knowledge you professed
all rested
on
a
pin
balanced
on
a
porcupine quill
sinking
into a pot of boiling chocolate ice cream
