sky mottled gray, grass shag carpet
air creeps in & warning
i'm stuck by the phone scripted marionette
this morning
no phone call
skinned knees but the bandaid box is gone
this house on stilts has lost stability
it tilts in tumbles on the lawn
splinters in shag carpet bleed dirty feet
down down soak grass grows red patches
i laugh and laugh in the madgirl's uncooked meat
tapeworm my inside it unattaches
my fingers i dial somehow
three rings you answer I hang up now

2005

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