it is when one body first
marries another that you
learn the tightrope tragedy
of cross-purposes. that the
tricky part of fitting two
skeletons in one closet
in the year 1983 is that
tetris hasn't been invented.
the secret of open doors
is that they are not always
invitations, and while shut
windows may or may not
be rejections, climbing
through always breaks
more glass than you can
carry. when the bank of
love demands for doubled
interest, the court rules
against emotional bankruptcy.
i take the stand to swallow
a sword only to find you
choking on the other end.
although tetris now exists,
2016 is still a bad year for
skeletons. the cat eats
your tongue. i forget to
hold mine. at the end of
the rope there is a door.