It’s Election Day. It’s the finest day in history. The air
is crisp and the tone is full of hope. My party is weighing in early.
There are victory flags in the sky. And the whole morning I am haunted
by the memory of a lover who at the end of everything
told me I had no ass.
I cleaned the house.
I moved the bookshelf from the radiator. I put my brown things in boxes. I threw away the cardboard. I scrubbed the stove. and dried it with a black towel. There is no more fray coming from under the area rug. Broke a glass while doing it. and swept the glass. and wiped the glass. I wiped the glass. And I looked for glass, stray in the break of the wood flooring. Moved the couch and tried to find the glass heating its way into a wedge. I imagined the foot on glass at some worst time: a phone interview. a lovemaking. a day of the flu. I took a magnifying glass to the glass. I thought there were strands of slivering into a splinter so thin so thin you couldn’t see. I imagined the glass elongating. I imagined the glass cooling too quickly and snap. I threw away the glove I used to look for the glass and wiped my knee with a white towel. I shook the towel over the trash and wiped the floor where I shook the towel and washed the towel and then washed the sink where the towel stank. A woman came home and said she was moving out. I put that dinner on a plate and slid it beneath the glass bowl covering a salad on the second shelf which upon its second onceover with a fork, has lost its verdant leaf. In the bowl, through the glass, it’s all trunk. The beet is sparse, the avocado soggy and browning. Lettuce stalk is bitter and watery and hard. In that distortion, I found a sharp tongue. And I knew I would stab it. And I knew it would be so only delicious, to me.
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