Father hangs the family secrets above the ceiling in a room without doors. Only the moon looks in listening to the murmur of unused furniture. |
Some days the TV is left on entertaining a bewildered living room. A woman in a black dress her fingers aflame dances before a charcoal pit each of her eight arms holding up a match light with no one home to seduce. |
In the kitchen recipes are recited over and over. Mother brings them to a boil and squeezes the mixture into small cylindrical casings.
Flavor is preserved
in the uniformity
of the cookware
and the
properties
of a vacuum.
|
Asleep the bedrooms dream in dark wood floors. A slight insurgent light under the door. After midnight sister and brother walk out the upstairs window glancing the tops of decorative trees falling smaller onto the long trimmed lawn. |
Four Rooms
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment