Albino Kid
By simonbarber
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 810 reads
I see him everywhere now.
Used to be that only when I sinned
the child would be there, scowling.
White hair, fine and clean
eyes like a rabbit
raw as a rare, bloody steak.
Oh white rabbit, Albino Kid
whose brain I pushed out
with a lazy bullet in a
sloppy, tripey mess.
Why must you follow me in doorways?
Baby fingers creeping around the corners of
bricks in the city.
A puff of white hair
and I know you're there again.
At night I feel the mattress sink
as you struggle onto the bed
with me.
My companion.
Albino Kid, I'm sorry
must you wait for me?
He giggles in a pallid wisp
white as a ghost in my sheets.
Yes.
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