The waves are silent. The waves
don't move. Nobody wants to be here
and nobody wants to leave.
There's a man trapped
under his house with an alligator.
His wife does the thin space walk:
an olive, a cherry, and an onion.
She'd sensed his gaze and took off
her dressing gown. She asked if he thought
her bottom was too big, her mind too small.
He said a faded, faulted no.
He's stupid, but he'll catch on
sooner or later. He once saw a ray in her,
but she fell out of orbit. Waxing and waning.
She's got to be careful, after
the sleeping pills and gas. She knows
it's Wednesday because she
took her last pill on Tuesday.
Allowing the world she so painstakingly
built up to ignite and burn apart
in front of both their eyes.
Nov 1, 2023
Nov 1, 2023 at 7:04 PM UTC
The waves are silent. The waves
don't move. Nobody wants to be here
and nobody wants to leave.
There's a man trapped
under his house with an alligator.
His wife does the thin space walk:
an olive, a cherry, and an onion.
She'd sensed his gaze and took off
her dressing gown. She asked if he thought
her bottom was too big, her mind too small.
He said a faded, faulted no.
He's stupid, but he'll catch on
sooner or later. He once saw a ray in her,
but she fell out of orbit. Waxing and waning.
She's got to be careful, after
the sleeping pills and gas. She knows
it's Wednesday because she
took her last pill on Tuesday.
Allowing the world she so painstakingly
built up to ignite and burn apart
in front of both their eyes.
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