Poem #21: Frog Babies

Look, I need your help
Because last night is a blur
Of technicolor pond scum
And semi-amphibious words
And I fear-
That my belly grows large
With the quivering spawn of
An eerie translucent,
Headlights-eyed, slimy-skinned
Frog.

Yeah, you heard me right.

Because a frog’s got a lot in common
With the way I am,

Jumping from
Conversation
To
Conversation
In an attempt to
Bring you back
Again.

And if you don’t wanna talk,
Keep the words locked in, cause I-
Gotta tell you
About frog babies.

I’m sorry to tell you
It’s all my fault.

And they’re marching in swarms
Of shiny-toed, ribbiting green,
Webbed feet slapping the ground
To the tune of disaster,
They’re calling me mommy,
Their eyes show me
Sorrow.

Because you know,
There’s some things in the world
It’s ok to be sad about,
Like straddling two worlds,
Half human, half frog,
Half whatever the hell you may be,

Half crying,
Half laughing.

Because I would birth
Several hundred armies of
Tadpole-filled eggs,
Yawning frog babies with
Pearly green teeth
Just to make you forget
And feel human again.


***
True story.