poetry

natural dissonance

natural dissonance

the irony isn’t lost on me
running the air purifier
and the oven self-clean cycle
simultaneously:
we all do our best
to manage our inconsistencies

in the dark
under the stars
Fennec is tense with listening
uncomfortable to be out in the wild night
but curious what’s here

inside, the boys squabble over
who can help rip out the carpet
Alex says it’s like Huck Finn
but we all breathe easier
when the orange shag’s removed

at the spring
we all look up and know
this is why we’re here