jalajel

David Jalajel

Two Poems

head lice

a criminal nexus: harmless simpletons press a girl’s face into peruvian mummies. corporations take on the poor, the dismissed from school – their ethnicity ranging from ingested lead and a cure for jaundice to leukaemia. a cause is marginalized like women in nazis’ kept records.                                                        100 white cubes –                                                        barracks in a suburb of                                                        the accident site shampoo is the function of a head. it is the cost of a child’s race, gender and kinship, the three forms of body.                                                        i am a woman                                                        parting her long hair with ice                                                        in primary school child bride she is hairless, fluffy, fuzzed, a character shooting stars, spots which pop the crowd. his history and chemistry freeze on fibres, and sections of abnormalities rise in peripheral nerves. in the showroom of his future he’ll sprint to 60 in 4.5 seconds.                                                        he unupholsters                                                        the governor’s tenured seat                                                        going terminal their sons describe the atmosphere. she sips only the dregs of coherent noise. bound for rejection, isolating adults and neonatal airways stale for months. here’s the day people accustomed to the conflagration of adorable conditions stretch their shoulders to see.                                                        the youngest flower                                                        thrown off the bridal bouquet                                                        gets all primmed and curled