The persuasion of sheets wrinkle last night's dream, a once Hudson River no longer wet fish fried men whistle toy trains through Lincoln's tunnel bones pulled from skin of one fuck you memory, a surly girl in boots too loose to drown early too wise to climb bridges in calloused feet.
Spin Cycle
I wouldn't resent the refrigerator
if I knew where it kept its hidden
spelling of condiments.
Dare I say no to the sponge
when it forgets to wring me dry?
Leftovers dusted,
cellophane blunderers.
Hide-and-seek beer bottles
wipe em' down sugary snot rags.
Bend over, ouch-breaking
bathtub warlord pinch-zippered.
Get your raincoat on.
Saturating whiplash
under busted hooves,
domesticated mules
know no better.
And the winner is...
Words by Zoe Leonard
