That Door in Your Forehead
by Daggar Earnshaw
Here are your eyes
poured into sockets
beaten eggs
milk and pus
Slide your wet hands
into our 2-slice toaster
We’ve set it on “bagels
– a roomy convenience
Twist this rubber car
til it bleeds gasoline
a cup of black petrol
is your coffee today
And where are the kids?
Pointing their fingers
in the pencil sharpener
swallowing batteries
– glowing in the dark
We’ve come so far
just to make you
feel at home
At least invite us in
behind that door
in your forehead
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Daggar Earnshaw is a writer and artist, and publisher of the periodical DEWL Exhaust (Downtown Eastside Writers League.) He has served as the official Gastown Steam Clock T-shirt painter for seven years, and his work The Crown of Transpar was part of an Act of the Book exhibition at the Vancouver Public Library. He is a contributor to the anthology V6A: Writing from Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside. He lives in Vancouver, where he was born.