I am six, traveling with my parents, late Saturday afternoon

My father—the hammer raised above the plate,
My mother—the love snake,
And I—a girl with a dick;
We set out for the path
that I traced with my tongue.
When I tried
to eat from the plate
at the edge of the path,
the hammer struck the fingers
of my left hand,
And the love snake smiled and commanded: “Shpatziren
We walked along sparse woodlands and main roads,
We walked along water sites and abandoned mines.
And when we rested for a moment on a sagging sofa,
We ate
cheese Danish
and drank
processed juice.
Sometimes there was no sofa
sagging,
so we would walk ahead,
our noses bleeding,
our legs erasing the path
that I had traced with the tongue
of a son who killed his parents
with each step. 

I AM SIX, TRAVELING WITH MY PARENTS, LATE SATURDAY AFTERNOON