Sunday, August 21, 2011

Oh, the sudden hollow silence--
no electricity. The white-noise of the fans
gone. The lights gone dark and gone. I
awoke in a playhouse, where all things,
upon inspection fail: taking up space, they
do not perform. Useless,

I moved between the walls of this place,
half-drunk with sleep; flipping fuses with
dumb faith, I was shocked
each time that the lights, the fridge, the stove,
did not obey my tiny, clicking command.

Two hours later and with a beep the walls
are shorn up again, my net of electricity
gratefully restored.

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