Big brother loves to eat prawns
by the dozen. He'd break their
necks sucking down that fatty
headmeat.
Leaving them nothing but a zombified shell,
compliant as you throw them away.
Their use is through.
In between slurps he slurs together
a sentence. Something about
prawns, sharks, and people.
After dinner I take a walk,
past the hammeredheads and the jumbo shrimp of
the neighborhood. Trying to think of ways
to grow hands and feet.
by the dozen. He'd break their
necks sucking down that fatty
headmeat.
Leaving them nothing but a zombified shell,
compliant as you throw them away.
Their use is through.
In between slurps he slurs together
a sentence. Something about
prawns, sharks, and people.
After dinner I take a walk,
past the hammeredheads and the jumbo shrimp of
the neighborhood. Trying to think of ways
to grow hands and feet.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the February 2014 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.
Post a Comment
Be the first to comment on this article!