The boy was flying high on spells woven through white lines. In the wingspan of nine hundred & twelve days, once forbidden things have RSVP’d…now they are
Knock
Knocking
Asses out & draped on the couch—tarnishing every song ever sung.
“Curtis, did you remember to feed the dogs?”
His mind—crossfaded & fried. He tries to summarize with forty-three lies eclipsing the snap of his fragile spine. & then a small smile that breaks your heart for the millionth time.
“I luv you so
much
much”
He proclaims before taking ten men in a Motel 6.
& when the front door opens
& the keys hit the bowl
You're too tired for conflict
So you tuck it away
Besides…
The dogs are okay
You watch Curtis fall asleep
A good end to a sadder day