Pussy cats tango
On the front lawn
While black widows feast
On their husbands
The boys grow up without a father
And the little girl spiders tease
Snow covers the garbage we leave
Prowlers seek refuge
Near my window
Peering relentlessly
Through black blinded panes
Chimney sweep curses
Neglected soot
Dinner is served on plastics
Microwave safe
Warm milk in crystal glasses
My poems have all been cut-up
Nervous scissors
Lint covers the clothes we wear
I catch
Light in broken mirrors
To point in your direction