the playroom

by Quinton Okoro


the room was never clean for long

bottles with scoliosed spines
expired pools of water
the sun came in and boiled the drinks

vivisected rubik’s cube                 we solved it that way
that’s how we solved things    by tearing them asunder
scattering the pieces like bird bones     or flower petals

we broke our toys    it was compulsory
we could not have nice things
we could not hold nice things except in our shameless fingers

we were never careful where we stepped
the smaller the brick the sharper the footfall

when we were tasked with tidying we gutted dolls instead
picked through cotton organs
sat in cardboard boxes     painted worlds on their insides

we made ourselves into plastic men
we built our dreams in plastic     tried to fit inside of them


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