June 2, 2011Delusions
Today, a lady said:
I stay with phones and bibles in my room, don’t sleep.
Never leave ’cause the windows let ’em in;
I see demons jumpin’ offa people,
and that’s why my gas bill’s high.
Even if I get rid of ’em, the shadows come
every every ever every where—that’s
how I got HIV.
And I said: do you have a bus pass?
Then a phone call:
I want to throw this here wienie dog.
I know, I know I shouldn’t have cut its tail
off, but it matches my eyes …
Make an appointment. How’s Friday?
A child eats my peppermints,
while her father cries. Another man
drinks a gallon of whiskey and shows
up right on time for anger management.
Here’s a tissue and a hotline.
Thank you, and come again. Please
drive-thru. See you next week.
At home. I hear their voices.
from #34 - Winter 2010