kids

Alex and Victoria
are sleeping upstairs.
I'm in the dining room
making the plate ring
with the tip of my fork.
Those wierd shadows
disappear out the window
where my friend's kitties
hang on the line
by their necks.

Sandy is in the closet again
because of her touching.
Gramma and grampa I think
are drunk,
but I think the house is drunk
and the whole night is drunk
all the way down
to the streets and telephone poles.