Walked in the door on a humid night
Carnations singing and cardinals blooming
******* and reaping; it’s all the ******* same
They told me welcome home
I got a basket of small gifts
A whistle and a flower or two
I think there might have been a candle
It doesn’t matter
But no one looked me in the eye
They told me there was good news, though
Looked up to the valley in the ceiling
Where small drops of water poured out like a broken ******* dam
They said I was allowed to choose my own casket
This is window shopping
There is always a false premise
But wait, then I fell down two flights of stairs
But nobody asked if I was okay
“Does it hurt? Can you move it?”
None of that
It didn’t hurt and I could move it
But there’s that premise again
I fell asleep that night alone in the bed with nothing covering my body
Exposé
Extra, extra, read all about it: small girl in a suffocating world is she even ******* real
I had a dream of white women with blonde hair
And a bat hung upside down in a fireplace