End Over End

Black crosses cross’d the white linens of the unlit master

Bedroom

In a pastel four bedroom house on a picket fence-lined street.

Sundays shrink to Mondays and the black turns to grey and then

Grey to white and then nightfall and indistinction. And then

Back.

A boy and girl approach and a hand at the doorknob is drawn sharply back

As a glass of white zinfandel tumbles

End over end.

The dog has no conception but he scratches at the door,

Sniffing at his intuition.

Tastier than the used feminine pads in the beach themed shared bathroom across the

Hardwood –

More savory than the stained boxers in the boy’s dirty clothes hamper.

When they come home early they find Daddy in front of the computer,

Shaking.

And when they come home late they find an elephant cooking dinner,

But hands away.

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