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a key mineral lacking

it began to notice it midsummer

when i initiated the ritual

of my daily

life affirming

early evening

bicycle rides

my perfect aerial

machine so blue

cutting through

a synthetic mist

of suburban dryer vent exhaust

lavender lilac and vanilla scented chemicals

emitted from the latest

maytag gag-o-matic

into one bastard cloud

i decided

all of suburban cincinnati is covered in a

gently revolting incidental smog

of old lady perfume

in this gloaming time

the cul-de-sac wives

huddle into two groups

those who drink wine and smoke

while waiting for the pills to kick in

and those who just drink wine

while waiting for the pills to kick in

bitching about their husbands on cue

as they stand indignant

in various shades of pink velour yoga pants

at the end of their driveways

just far enough away

so the enemy

won’t hear

the hot-boxed group

of matching husbands


“i pay the mortgage and the only place

i have any privacy from that bitch and these kids

is the fucking garage”


whist drinking middling domestic imports

in a town whose pricey micro brews they can’t afford

all to protect the delicate sensibilities

of the lord of the flies children

playing between them

on tonka battery powered humvees

bedecked with

nerf machine gun turrets


duct taped half-chewed barbies

with their eyes gouged out

to tiny-tot thailand

i get the sense

there is death in the water

a key mineral lacking

in our national diet

the country is filled

with these fleeting nightmares

communities of sheep

vying for space at a diseased trough


american wastelands

where the coffee tastes of bad choices

and everyone is waiting

for the kids to be old enough

to get a divorce

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wednesday afternoon english muffin saga before yoga

she returns

to the victorian kitchen with omnipresent windows

glowing white

to place the nearly consumed and

nearly iced pellegrino and lime

upon the mismatched beautiful table


he follows her

past the foyer of bicycles

through johnny cash’s voice

down the hall of

paleolithic plants, parisienne cat paintings,

and portraits of glorious youth


the gracious host in him offers her a muffin


she smiles but declines

choosing instead to wax romantic about

the nooks and crannies


he tells her he loves

the way she says nooks and crannies


they devour each other using only the eyes


she observes the refrigerator gallery display

pictures hotlines art business cards

declaring there is much to be learned

from a person’s fridge magnets


remembering the day

he noticed the little pink bows on her bra straps

sticking out of her blouse adorning her shoulders

in the front window of the bistro

making them the loveliest dining mannequin couple

on ludlow street


leaning against the sink to read the poetry he writes

on the backsplash tiles

as he offers her another muffin


this one glistening with fats


butter and cream cheese


she tells him grinning wickedly

that’s too many things from an animal

on one muffin


while looking up

admiring the mobile of bones stones acorns

sticks and feathers


from the kitchen chandelier


she tells him of her fondness of squirrel berets


he adjusts them slyly on the string and tells her straight-faced

it’s actually a barometer


she turns on her heel and walks out of the kitchen


and they laugh