I can see them on the beach from our dressing room window. Ikaruga tells me to ignore them and continue changing. I turn my face back to the screen and wait in mock impatience for my accessory to be chosen.
Smart Glasses – A modern set of eyewear.
Classic Eyepatch – A replica of a pirate eyepatch.
Ineffable
the lassoed loft of this love
that won’t let me die
Born as rope cracks
whips around
branches of aspirations
Hanging neck side
In your family tree
A brief glimpse of the pit for a few black seconds and I’m back wiping blood from my eyes and waving the pickax handle around like a torch, the very handle I kept by my bedside over the decades in case of home invasions only we’re the invaders of our home, man and wife made strange and deadly by the magic words spoken at last.
I behold the debris of our home,