Saturday, November 26, 2011

mdxxxv

You just dropped your phone.   “A cross
is an X,” I remind him, before send Rachel
email, send Kim email, fix big monitor to
connect to laptop.   It’s morning of up all
night.   The birds are singing in the bird
sanctuary, an oasis of interior designers.
But not enough to make you GRIMACE
on top of all that.   What does that make a
jealous hubby?   Bend the knees by way of
death.   Look up how to clean the blinds,
how to update debts and assets.   “Into
oblivion,” whispers the murderer.
Into oblivion.