My mind is in the dollhouse.
Episode 3, and I still don't even
know what's going on.

Concern became
an argument of her own invention,
but in the end, it's just a bad
joke we're playing on each other.

Her phosphorus fangs
and me the irritating
fly inside her soup.

I am conflicted about her magnificence.
Giraffe-necked, insulting every man's dream.
She hammers nails into my chest with her distain.

I gesture surrender turning stove off,
and decide to hold up the bathroom
fort as she reloads.


Sara Fielder © May 2022