Baptism by Fire

This is Dinosaur Dell. My projector is not aligned. Cold, dark air. Empty rooms.
Carpeted walls, deaf signs, linoleum in the mind. Lights flicker, ghosts. Someone is visiting.
Instructions are “easy,” simple, wordy; I cannot follow. There are no pictures.
Individualized Education: just copy and paste.
Pays attention in class, is cooperative, is easily distracted, is not working to ability:
their children.
They have [...]

flying

My belt buckle is the object of his affection; goldfish brightly twisting fins frozen in a watery two-dimension.
Fish fly, he says. Mom fly. I fly.
The truth is hidden. Mom does not fly. She rests underground.
Fish don’t fly. When they pass on, they pass on to life in the sewer, faithfully flushed, mingling among the ruins.
I [...]

Locked Doors

Locked Doors
by Anne Sexton
For the angels who inhabit this town,
although their shape constantly changes,
each night we leave some cold potatoes
and a bowl of milk on the windowsill.
Usually they inhabit heaven where,
by the way, no tears are allowed.
They push the moon around like
a boiled yam.
The Milky Way is their hen
with her many children.
When it is night [...]