paper guns.

The refrigerator hummed
in my head like
elevator music.
I’m mildly offended
but not really.
You set off the
smoke detectors
in my head.
I wish I knew of a
good plastic bag company
so I could cover
them and let you
go by undetected.
Curly hair does
this funny thing
where it tangles
but if you brush it
everything goes wrong
at the same time.
When I miss you
which I do
even right now
it’s like
I’ve stepped into the
crosswalk in front of
a truck.
I should have
pushed the button first,
at least once.
You said
of course and
then I tripped over
your smile like
one of those
inconveniently placed banana peels
but we are
not cartoons.
It was day
pretending to be
night like a
fucked up Halloween costume.
We trashed the
blatant NO TRESPASSING sign
broke the fishing line
and then I
missed you some more.

-LBR