This War

There is a cannon ball

Smoking in my living room

Where you laid siege

To my suburban battle zone

My calves are tensed

To the point of breaking

The back of my knee

Is burning

Like someone shook up my coke

Bottle with some mentos

My skin is crawling

And itching like

An addict in withdrawal

But I scratch until I bleed

And I feel nothing

After Dinner Dance

Twirling side by side

With the refrigerator

Back and forth between the sink

And stove

Your arms like bands

Around my guacamole and
Paint stained apron

There is no music

But I’ve memorized this dance

I know, by now

The sway your body goes