Homeroom Activities

The boy eats crayons
tongue on paper;
teeth cutting color –
a forest green, a pink flesh, a sky blue.
They disappear into his mouth
like cigarette tricks.

Next time, he speaks,
his words will be seen
frescoes flowing from his lips
forming a rainbow house
large enough to hold him.

Next time, when his mother’s boyfriend shouts
“It’s the kid or me.”
It will be the kid.
It must be the kid.
Why else would he eat crayons –
black marking his throat.

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