NOTES ON THE FRIDGEAfter dinner, take the blue pills.NOTES ON THE FRIDGE by crimsonletters
Take backsteps to the basement,
woman knocking about last
month's rent. There
are notions of relapse so
try not to trip on the
staircase, the glass and
the whole house. Lights
click and make a ticking noise
relevant only to the ears
to remember these nights.
As the workbench
creaks, stay calm.
Wind the record player: it hums,
trying to free the sound
of dead choirs--dust clouds
of the past. Now,
take a deep breath and
Correct the labels on mason jars.
LEVIATHANdesert tea party with just desserts, midafternoonLEVIATHAN by crimsonletters
under a joshua tree, a round kotatsu filled with cakes and biscuits, and tea can be seen because it's the only thing one can see.
a little girl with a yellow balloon tied at the end of her braid, an old man with long gray hair and beard, a full skeleton of a cow with human phalanges instead of hooves sit around it. the teapot is boiling beside a red brick with VII : X written on it and smeared with white icing.
now: mr mushroom man, is the tea boiling?
the old man raises a bony finger and opens his mouth.
nine: now, now. patience, patience!
mr mushroom man curls his finger, rests his hand down the table and nods.
now: well, it's late in the afternoon and we've not yet drank a drop.
nine: (pushes a bowl of biscuits to her) sweets, sweet?
now: no thanks nine. my sweet tooth fell out yesterday. (opens her mouth and tongues the gap between her front teeth and continues to talk with her tongu