Today I looked at my garbage bin
It was full, it was brimming
The flies were all swarming
Dancing, copulating
Right next to my dining table
My table, with the red table cloth
I bought last winter
Where my five-day-old tomato soup was
And still is
To this very moment
I heard a stirring in the library
It was probably the cat
Though I don’t own one
I looked at something else.
I looked at my nails
The ones on my toes
They were chipped and un-cut
My nails
Are different
Like a weird shade of tan
Only murky
Like silver, almost
Only dirty
Like they are dead
Or just ugly
Hey, a voice came from the middle of the house
I heard some of the books fall
On my hardwood floor
Hey! Hey, you! he said in a loud voice
He kept at it while I sat in my corner
My mind is filled with a droning sound
Like my TV in the 90s
On channel 9
At around 3:30 a.m.
While the world waits for the morning news
Bzzzzzzz in my mind
While he kept at it
He shouted at me from the center of the house
Get up!
Move!
Bzzzzzzz in my mind
While he bellowed at me
To take out the trash
To clip my nails
To get up
To move
He yelled
He bellowed
He shouted mad
Bzzzzzz
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz
I looked at something else.
It might just be the cat
Though I don’t own one
I looked at something else.
Pol Arellano 