Open Floor Plan

tell me how you feel inside. because time is silent again. and you need to let go. let go of a past that does not exist. sway with him (sway with you, sweet girl) into the lavender foyer of dreamtime. burry your father still living still loving still breathing hot beer breath into your face all through the night still ripping and eating your flesh with this crooked bottle-cap teeth burry your mother still living still loving still laying sticky and fearful under your twin bed as the old man creeps down the stairs still howling like a dog at the moonless sky burry your sister still living still loving still pulling a gun out from under her Sunday best still trapped with you in a tangled embrace that could be easily misunderstood. cry into the shower drain because somebody closed your bedroom window. cry into the shower drain because the vacuum doesn’t work. cry into the shower drain because there are bugs pouring from your book shelf, from your closet, from your eyes and ears and mouth and nose. tell me how you feel inside. for time is silent again.