road trip w/ cocorosie

coco split
two sisters, sawed in half at birth,
dys membered family roots
splintered, offshooting
scraps, tatters, shotgun
hobbyhorses cruising high noons
in dada’s sedan, desert sun
bleeding maraschino, while the sisters
suctioned to red backseat vinyl, swill
acid lemonade from styrofoam cups—
let’s shoot dad in the back of the head
with a spitball, suggests sister #1—
no, let’s tell him to turn on the radio fullblast,
slash our wrists, and marry our
werewolves, wouldn’t that be cool?
what are you two whispering back there,
dad says; the sisters giggle;
mother removes her tongue
and places it in the glove compartment—
dad pays mom’s mute no mind,
but the sisters, impaired,
pay tribute to silence
by singing a song
about breastmilk & cookies &
mothers tongues
marking hidden gravesites.



About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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