I Can’t Sleep Again
My Husband is in Austin Blues
10 Pounds of Bat Guano in a 5 Pound Bag
A twisted knot of kimchee, jalapeno sauerkraut.
A playground for hyperactive butterflies.
A black hole of isolation and despair.
A pincushion for railroad spikes.
A bowl of mushy over-ripe banana pudding.
A blackened Cajun red snapper.
“MOM! I’m tired of going around in circles!”
“Shut up, or I’ll nail your other shoe to the floor.”
A dank, moldering cellar.
The bottom of a compost heap, crawling with worms and insects.
A package of crackers the kids used for a hockey puck.