Very Bad Archive
A Scene of Dinner
Daniella Gottenheim
You told me to straighten
the table: I ripped a lung (oh
YES) laughing at absurdity,
the kind you (mom (emphasis
on the lack of capital)) love
to slip into my soul
like a garden hose spewing blood
and carbon monoxide.
Ten minutes later Im downtown
smoking a hookah with an emaciated girl
named Susan I once kissed
at the dance before prom:
the one you always forget.
You never told me what was for dinner.
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DG 09
Daniella Gottenheim has published since joining on 31/12/09. Read more of Daniella's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Daniella's latest works: