A Real Scream
–for Stephen King
Carrie doesn’t die in the house-fire her mind sets
after flying steak-knives crucify her mom. Healing
the stab-wound in her back, she hot-foots to the one
comedy club in Chamberlain, Maine. Finally,
she can laugh–at Miss Collins, the gym coach, crushed
by a basketball backboard; Principal Dimwitty, fused,
sizzling, to his mike-stand; even herself–the Dweeb
Who Would Be Queen–drenched in pig’s blood, prom-
dress hugging her “dirty pillows” like a wet tee-shirt.
What do you get when you cross a telekinetic with a spastic?
she’s soon asking on TV. A mover …
