We eat Bakewell tarts
Hidden on the kitchen floor
As if anyone is looking
The floor feels bendy
Giddy and sick
Like my head
We are rapid cycling
Up with the stars
Down with the moon
If only your head
Would stop stop
She retches red in the sink
Rip
Clutch
Tear
Bare
Hit
Hit
Hit
We creep around the edges
Of our existence
Shoes creaking
Loud as hammers
Banging in nails
Soul variable
Three or four
Mainly fair
Good
Glitter in our hair
Stones in our feet
A blizzard of secrets
A bully of words
Fantasies buried
Enchantment dead
Untouchable
Unbelievable
Real
Who put the gasoline in the fridge
Me silly
I think you’re about to explode
Boom
She giggles
Holds my hand
Pins me to the floor
Our bodies quietly move
Wishing up
A storm
A tea cup
A fairy tale
What did your daddy teach you
How to aim straight
She sucks her candy
Points her toes
Smiles
Well that’s far more useful than verbs and sewing
We look at each other
Laugh
Bones and dust
Little cricket
Bones and dust
Then pass me a glass of red
She says
We drink the world away
Hidden on the kitchen floor
As if anyone is looking.
