the spiders came,
and the blue and gold walls painted over.

I lost some weight,
I was asked about it at your wake,
but I felt like
I

was
sleeping.


Cold he was,
and quickly he left
So I turned to cold cans of Campbells in the pantry.

Cold cans of soup
and
late night t.v..

That was about it.

And sometimes the central heating would be the only thing to disturb the silence
and sometimes it would make me feel sick to my stomach

But I know one thing,
and that's
that
Happiness in suburban houses never lasts.

Sunshine, summer, parents, first loves

They are fantasies thought up in the grass.


I love you, he murmured
Why did she die? I pleaded.


The air was warm
like summer
but we lay in the dark.