“Details Matter“
The squashed but still squirming cockroach
lies in the corner lit by an iridescent
light that flickers whenever the toilet flushes.
Scum ridden clay tiles cradle
his brown crepe paper exoskeleton—
a frigid embrace.
Nowhere to fly off to, no one
to exterminate his suffering—
his wispy breath echoes
through the abandoned dust filming
the spider web stretched over him,
somehow safe from the hay fingers
of the janitor’s broom. What do you
think: should we pay him more attention—
pin dot eyes searching for relief,
small waiving feelers twisted,
and translucent wings cracked—
or simply throw him away?
“Hospitable Aunt: Necessities Only“
Rice paper skin stretched
thin over supplement fed bones
contains a fiery spirit.
Bow-kneed legs adorned
in sweatpants jive
around her immaculate kitchen—
always barefoot
unless the dark grained slabs
were frigid.
Shale grey wool socks adore
the toes
they so rarely embrace.
Political opinions and Lennon’s lyrics
spew from tight
bubble gum lips;
and every dinner’s finale
never receives an encore,
but a “mwa mwa…kiss kiss;
please leave.”
To which my grandma
responds: “it’s too hot
here and the chicken
was dry. I was going
home now anyways.”
Their eyes roll,
and my grandpa silently thinks
Crap, I created another one.
“Screen It“
Anticipation
when phones buzz, friend or foe—
who knows. Notify me.
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