You forced me to love the mushroom cloud ( Read more... )

Came home today;
Put the gun to my head
Again.

“Nobody moves or he gets it"
I mouth to the walls.

Nobody moves.
I don’t get it.

Man and woman, mid-thirties,
read the paper on their porch in
peace, silence,
a cool breeze--
Placid faces with
still mouths.
Do they still
fuck? or do they
tiredly,
in the dark,
imitate the motions
of youth and
lust? Pressed
under glass
a moth.