A Memory Chopper Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy

What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.

Slit your eyes and the light will be humbler,

not enough to let you read through

enough to drive your heart creepy...

and then memories arrive

at a platform that belongs to you.

Those dumplings, Those bloody old dumplings in the rusty bowl

they wore oil.

I think you remember me, so I remember you.

Dear Grey Hair.

Swallowed the expired apples.

Which should be prohibited.

Grey Hair, dump the bad apples. Dump them!

If you don't hurt them, they wound you.

I love thee, chopper.

One or two pigs' brains and ground eggs

floating upon the soup nutritious.

They are uglily soft, makin' me vomit

A chopper is better. It cuts both hard and soft.

All kinds of memories,

are fantastically chopped!

But the chopper performed a fault

My little finger is lost!