Kristin Bock: Compound
Come stand in the garden. Let the soft rain rinse you. Line up with the others. Hold hands. Now, kiss. Imagine your mind is a blue rose, a blue rose rinsed clean. Hide in the bushes. Wait for the little black stars to squeak by. Step on them. Stamp on them. Some will feel like urchins under your feet. They will whisper terrible things. They will make you remember terrible things. Step on them harder. They will cry out. They will have your mother’s voice. But they are not your mother. Run. Catch the stars and squeeze until they burst. They will be slippery. Their black oil will leak into the earth. Now your hands are dirty. They’re filthy. Go back to your spot in the garden and stand like a flower.Do not move until your skin becomes blue and clean and cold. Take off your dress. You are dirty inside. Open your legs to the rain. Your mind unfolds like a blue rose. Hold hands. Now you’ve been bad. Very bad. Today you will not eat.Today you will stand in the garden and stamp on the little black stars until your feet are raw. The stars will squirt and whimper. They will sound like your father crying in the shed. Do not be fooled. Step on him. Make him cry harder. He is dirty. Your mother is dirty. Come to me. Come to us. Open your legs. Let us rinse you. My brain is as big as a car. My brain is as big as mountain range. I am 30 feet high and I will bend my fat red brain over you like a blood-soaked rose.I will sing to you and wash you and starve you and love you like no other. Soon you will know that stars are black, roses are blue, and I am the one true flower.