Nonsense

incredibly benign bird breaks its beak in the hour between silence and doom, her broom filled with the mites cowered in my room.

friday again? it asks —

my foot snaps to attention on the hardwood floor as my face plants near a headboard where his eyes glare at my dazed expression. it’s two for one night and there’s change in wallet.

extra? they smile —

blood hurls from my mouth (esophageal varices) in perfect horror style.

yes. extra extra.

drink. be merry.