My Ice Baby

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