Lobster

Political satire/dark humor.

The hecklers jeer.

My lip—mottled,
a colony of mold.

Point.
Accuse.

The bearded lady
strung in the carnival light.

Chew the dead skin.
Burst, the bacteria—
little lobsterbacks
clicking their claws.

They circle the drain,
soldiers of sewer water,
marching the pipes,
colonizing cities.

Our white picket fences.
Our nuclear treehouse.
Our starry flag—
a red scare.

Point.
Accuse.

The children
pedaling their bicycles
down green hills.

Spores drift.
Spores migrate.

Into my sterile tiles,
my hospital walls
slick with slime.

The hecklers shrink.

My lip blooms—
fuzzy,
gray.

Spores bull-headed.

Crash—
the China plates.

The lobsters—
raucous applause.