The floor is hot lava the
door is ajar it’s enjambed and
the sky is alive with the sound
of the angels it’s Saturday night
up in heaven they’re bowling
and somebody just rolled
a strike good for them and
the ceilings are made of
white popcorn asbestos
they’re carcinogenic you
need special gear to get
anywhere near and the walls are like
paper like hints like
suggestions the kind that you
drop into boxes like Valentine
ballots like coal mine canaries
like pennies and dimes
dropped in shopping mall
fountains like volcano virgins
like prayers, so wasteful.
brittanybartley