dampen the banister with a full glass of scotch
say you can’t remember anything without the hypnotist’s pocket watch
grasping for evidence like digging a face out of make-up
hands falling asleep waiting for your lover to wake up.
cleanliness and godliness and these floors are filthy
but you still hold your breath when you drive past the cemetery
eat fallen fruit from trees with limbs hanging over fences
and swear you can’t taste anything if your not wearing sunglasses
smiles all around you when your mood elevates
and cameras kept handy so you can see the look on your face.