The Cockroach Squirm

[Wjames]

Mother taught me to dance
with her foot on my neck
and a bottle of poison
in her hand.

You writhe limp towards the heels edge
as your spine is ground to a pulp free juice
that trickles fire in your mouth
and reddens your eyes.

I break it out at parties
when heat strobes panic
in stilted patterns towards 
the heel edge
of a bottle.