Written for: The Twiglets #102 – “they won’t know”
you have to dial,
record player, vinyl
albums in piles,
typewriter, onion skin
paper you rolled in,
hanging laundry in fresh air–
they won’t know; they won’t care.
they will not know
how to survive in this world.
Two buddies who thought themselves smart
with house empty, mom at the mart
smoked pot, window open
sprayed room, began chokin’
Mom came home, started. Said, ‘phew, must have been quite a fart.’