Attention
March 4, 2012

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.