Abjuration of the RealmLucy Biederman
Cutting onions for him at the kitchen counter yes, I’m listening. Nobody knows the words to the song, but I know. I’ve heard it through the walls of his study. The hours without him are as pointless as an actual star. In the halls at work I keep my head down. I don’t want to be seen when it’s not him looking. My love leaks out the sides of him. I sweep it up and use it for stock. If he ever leaves me I’ll cut down the walls. When I drive him to work he doesn’t say a word. He wakes up early to watch me sleep. When he watches me sleep, my desires come apart like a trick bicycle. He kisses my eyelids and unplugs my alarm clock. I wake up pregnant and starving for lettuce, my hair as long as a Metro car. If he ever leaves me I’ll cut down the town. The sound of his voice is the song’s only word. He doesn’t say a word as he eats my cooking. I know he knows the future but he won’t let it show. When I look at him my eyes are bonfires. The neighbor’s lettuce is delicious.
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