My Ice Baby - Ancient Methods

I was an ice baby

I turned to sky blue

My tears became two glass beads

The rhythm of the refrigerator had been disturbed

My mouth stiffened into a dumb howl

They say it was a dream

But I remember that hardening

The rhythm of the refrigerator had been disturbed

My sister at six

Dreamt nightly of my death

«The baby turned to ice

Someone put her in the refrigerator

And she turned as hard as a Popsicle»

The rhythm of the refrigerator had been disturbed

I remember the stink of the liverwurst

How I was put on a platter

And laid between the mayonnaise and the bacon

The rhythm of the refrigerator had been disturbed

The milk bottle hissed like a snake

The tomatoes vomited up their stomaches

The caviar turned to lava

The pimentos kissed like cupids

The rhythm of the refrigerator had been disturbed

I moved like a lobster

Slower and slower

The air was tiny

The air would not do