Still Life with Levitating House/Wife

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from The Suburbium Sonnets

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One should never invite the magician into the kitchen—

the sick microwaved-blue of the unshaved face.

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Slickered across the hallway floor, the flickered italics

of the five-point antlers as they jaw off the wall.

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On the counter top the metallic hiss and crack! of her

just-busted-open beer carbon-dioxides the air.

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Through the mirror, a flash of her caught in the stop-

motion act of slow-floating away; her hair grazing

against the jellyfishing glass chandelier.

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Inside the dishwasher it’s the butter knives that clink

and kick, those flat shining femurs.

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Of course the bread’s been left to leaven at the sink.

Inside it is heat-dark & murmur: keep your eyes

on the prize, it says—keep your hands wide oven.