The root waggled in the back of her throat,
‘these unknown murderers can’t reach us from here’,
and too ashamed to have a third to talk about her
Kissing first after administrated medication,
left the cubicle giggling into my chest, top button undone,
and looking back I’m afraid of what I offered.
I took her home.
Wagnerian device laughs at me with quiet gods
and extends the length of the bill
telling his friend to return to the restaurant
and pay his goddamn share.
Fucked swagger in duffel and stifled facial hair
he perpetrates the mystic none-
drone inside the old yellow bed.
I’m sick, and I need to take the day off to rest.
The cars go past to remind me
with each one a new second counted on the scale,
the egg rocks on its axis-
taken a moment to pay respects
and I go out to kick the debris from the porch.
They’re coming to view the house today.