The wind is teasing my laundry as it lays limp on its nasty cheap clothes horse
Five dollars on sale. Whip that up they said. Is that how people get their kicks?
Hugging their shrapnel to their chests as if that’s what everything comes down to?
Haze back to nothing. Focus on eyeline.
Bra strap lolling rudely over the cool metal bar.
Like a fish in a bowl I’ll potter around my room until I can potter no more
Until no knick knack can be moved to a more perfect angle
I moved the owl ornament so the sun hits it in a way that makes it look scared of light.
How cruel of me.
Until the carpet is positioned beautifully
Until each piece of fluff, each gathering of atoms is disposed of in the bin to create a new earth with stuck people like me.
That’s how we were made you know.
I’ll feel the walls until I feel my warmth bleed into the drywall
Meaning only one thing
I’ve been there a while
An hour or so
Just kneeling
Watching the laundry
Shiver in the breeze
Faked by my plastic fan.