My Unknown AlexanderDoll-like eyes with infinite hopeMy Unknown Alexander by *dantesgirl
lie confused among suppositories.
Gulliver's fingers to discover the world
chopped and sprinkled with cigarette ends.
All I see is a tunnel of light
that gives birth and breath to being.
The protector from Heaven, the road to recovery
for you, my son, is the end.
Your only memory is the surgeon
plucking you from home with Thor-like gusto.
Sorry son, you can't stay home today,
you have a very important landfill to go to.
Your mother's nest invaded by cold latex
may undermine your freedom,
but I swear to you, I fought for your chance.
Our love is a democracy.
I'd grab a knife and carve a womb