Good daughter

don't crack today
with your fist

if you do nothing
you'll make it into tomorrow

the eggs will beat
themselves, the toast on its careful back

don't darken the doorstep
with false hope

he will come
for the going

you'll make a face of acid
and watch your softness burn

burn until there is nothing
left but smooth pebbles

stop seeking truth
truth is imploding

the lightning illuminating
child of windows and spectacle

set flies loose
in this house of boiled cabbage

watch the woman bend
into her attic

kiss the bitter taste
of your mythology