Submissions by taizai

i hate it most when they’re in the kitchen
the screams echo off my mother’s chinese plates
and clash into each other like a bull towards a red flag
horns up, legs bucked, fists up.
wishing the red flag would submit to a white
like my daddy’s face when he found out momma was sleeping with a rich man

white wall, brown fist, was he picturing her face?

ring fingers with no fucking ring
me growing up with an attitude and commitment issues, is that my goddamn fault?
SHUT UP! you’re so.... loud. let me sleep, even the monster under my bed...

youre the equivalent to the high i get from 5 shots of cough syrup and the weed wrapped in plastic wrap i keep in my bag

and the way your sweat drips from your back when you are done riding your bike to school is the way i want to slide down from your hug to your heart like cocaine to the brain
and i know you hate it when i do drugs
i hate it too, but thats a lie i always tell, that even you know is untrue
your father died from addiction and you think i might too

and i think i might, maybe, too.

but the process of me being dead with heroin...