narrating through a noreaster

wherewithal of thunderstorms
before the snake steps on you

returns underground to the charisma calypso go round

I am all ankles and irons

there’s two of us in this Mylar republic
but only enough helium
to talk like this for another two weeks

I get off this stage fright butte..r roll face
will call
hide the phone or silence the ringer
a dimpled in Oshkosh overalls might
give an underdog spaceworms

what loud thunder outside the light curls around
percussion pots and pans
shadow fills out fat men in dresses
there’s pudding with the creepy rice in it you hate

the note on the fridge
I left you
reads:

Wake up,
this is only a poem