Cornucopia Family Ties

brimming white blankets and you a centerfold in it
angel,
stuck with the two axes of your arms and legs
pointing like gods own fingers towards the sun,
and the heavens,
and a cotton-candy world that was made
for you
to live in,
for planting heart shaped petal kisses
and palms of pink paint, spelling your name and
the name of a certain strain of
butterfly.
(anti social(,at times negligeble for what we’d call “ambi social))
spilled words and i’m sorries that
didn’t mean much to you,
or perhaps it was just a
missed connection through the
english channel
that made me think
you didn’t really love me anymore
and my fire was too hot,
and your fire was so small.

pro tector of all that is holy,
please be merciful (i said)
on that holy day when day is night in the
middle of the day,
and the birds stop their singing
and the crickets stop their cricketing
and money is of no value,
i seep into your translucent skin,
finding nutrients that no one could concieve of
and that minds could not listen,
forged myself into you
and my new family,
my mother (a soft-ripened peach)
my father (a tough, calloused mellon)
and you,
my brother
my yellow apple brother,
not yet browned and crisped with dewdrops.

i live while you laugh,
and this family is riddled with too many
that cover up for the sound of cries
because i was the only fruit in the basket
who didn’t like lies.