Everything between them
is wrapped around her palm
like a bandanna covering a cut,
or even just electrical tape,
unrolled out of restless fidgeting,
to distract from all the shifting
in their thoughts.
Glass vases shaped like inverted
squids sit on dusty end tables
made out of mint green glass,
and they cannot help but test
out what they feel like.
Lawn mower blades of varying
size hang from a wall next to
speaker cables stored neatly
in their rows of perfect coils.
They are undone by a need to make
things as loud as possible; to douse
all the excess noise with buckets of
sound.
Cable
Teleporting Typewriter 