The House of Madre

 

The House of Madre

madre in the kitchen making pineapple tarts
madre in the kitchen making crumbling candy men

can you please sedate the pineapples
can you please sedate the ex-boyfriends

all the ex-boyfriends are now military men
they are crowding up the tv hall
they are wiring up the house with explosives
they are trying to find the panic room
they are trying to make clear instructions to children

you stay three minutes in the first room
you gotta turn ON the lights
you move OUT after three minutes
you gotta turn OFF the lights

or the bed will know you’re gone
or the chair will know you’re gone
and they have wheels don’t they?
they have wheels
they will follow you
they will follow you
you gotta move out after three minutes
you gotta turn off the lights

 


FADRE
is rearranging the animals in the toilet
FADRE
is rearranging the animals in the shoe cabinet

do not let FADRE enter your farm
do not let FADRE enter your curriculum
_

The day the surrogates brought us to the red chamber
we came face to face with
CCTV command center
it’s in the study
it;s in the study against the wall that moves around without our knowledge

it is showing me
the mirror of
who i really am
in this
CCTV black and white
black and white CCTV
We are watching the other rooms
We are watching the celibate rooms
We are watching the lift lobby

there are firemen downstairs
there are military men
there are ex-boyfriends

we are watching the nursery
we are watching the interrogation room

theres a woman in a malnourished dress
theres a woman smoking ice cold cigarettes
her hands are cuffed together before her on the table
so she must bend over to smoke her cigarette
she is talking to a malnourished man
exchanging glances
exchanging cigarettes
the man smokes faster than her
she leaves lipstick on the cigarette butt
she wants him to find her missing husband
she smokes like a grieving widow
she smokes at the grieving window
near the table
she tells the malnourished man
“the last time i saw my husband he was going to the house of tespu”
but the smoking man knows she killed the Husband with a cyanide pill.

the sex worker is vacuuming the floor
the sex worker is drawing a cunt in the dust on the floor
the sex worker is rubbing her body on the floor
the sex worker is sleeping with the husband
the husband has become her sex worker
the sex worker becomes her own madre

 

the military men are anxious about the things outside the house
the military men are standing by the windows of night
the military men are barking orders but you can tell they are scared

you stay three minutes in the room
you keep the fucking lights off!
theres a camera on the western wall
you do not look at it

you tell us when you saw the husband
you tell us why you saw your husband
you turn on the lights when you leave your husband
don’t let the bed follow you

where is the sword of the grieving woman?
we need the sword to stay safe in the dining room

when did you last see the husband?

which room?
were the lights on or off?
which room?

madre has finished baking pineapple tarts
madre has finished baking pineapple tarts with cyanide
its sitting on the dining table
the children are at the dining table
one of them speaks when madre speaks

you must slice the tarts with the sword of the father
you must slice the tarts with sword of the Mother

 

the husband is coming through the hall
move the children to the painting room
the husband is waiting in the cupboard
move the daughters to the bean bag room
the husband is in the bedroom behind the door
move the adults to the opium room

you must be careful!
fadre is coming down the hallway
you must be careful
fadre is coming down the hallway and he is hungry
fadre is coming down from the ceiling
fadre is inside your room

why aren’t you doing your mathematics?
why aren’t you selling your paintings?

where are the pineapple tarts?!

fadre is here to steal your crystals
fadre is here to arrange your animals
fadre is here to steal your pineapple tarts

 

madre is waiting at the gate
madre is listening to the wind
there is all this dust and bed bugs and candle wax
madre is calling all the ex-boyfriends

 

all the military men have put aside their weapons
all the military men are playing with dark green candles
all the military men are playing with dark blue candles
they are pouring hot red wax on their kevlar
they are getting erections by man handling their grenades
they have finished wiring up the house with explosives
they are touching themselves with knives between their legs
they are hearing voices in their heads

“This is the house of tespu.”

all the military men have unloaded their weapons
all the military men have put aside their clothes
all the military men are recalling childhood
all the military men are weeping

why are they weeping, Fadre?
Why are they weeping, Madre?

all the military men are crunching on pineapple tarts baked with cyanide pills.

madre has opened the gate to the house of tespu
the pineapple tarts are
finished

Uneaten by children in the painting room
Uneaten by daughters in the bean bag room
Uneaten by adults in the opium room

madre has opened all the doors in the house of tespu
madre has opened all her legs

Fadre is by her feet

Fadre is full of pineapple tarts from the kitchen
Fadre is full of pineapple tarts from the kitchen

 

#prophescenes #irvingpaulpereira

 

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