3 Poems
That time my upper lip swelled up
It was some kind of bug. I woke up with a start, like the prescription label. The emergency exit sign winked from the far end of the bus. I thought it will be wanting my autograph next. I thought if I fixed the time at 2300 hours, I wouldn’t need the pumpkin. I thought I’ll never be English enough for umbrellas. No one believed me, of course. We were in the middle of high tea. The Welsh rabbit created deeply opinionated friends. Someone said right, you forgot to mention the talking mice. Someone said so that’s what the Zurich trip was all about. Someone said darling, don’t lie; I know exactly how you looked like before. I wouldn’t be mentioning the names of allergens. We all left each other wanting a stiff drink. For the whole day, I watched myself on mirrors. Is this the aquarius of silicon? Is this the crime scene for poached eggs? Is this Osney Island all over again without the slideshow? I was completely into the sauce of Marilyn Monroe. Eventually, my lip returned to its normal size. It was a mosquito; I killed it.
