You're three dogs
in a trench coat;
I'm seventeen
cats in a pair of
skinny jeans.
When we walk down
the avenue it
becomes a boulevard.
The street lamps
all bow as we pass
and some of them
even get loose
and follow us.
You pick up a piece
of litter from
the street and it turns
out to be a
hundred dollar bill.
I am unimpressed,
because yesterday
I found three
large gold nuggets
in the storm
grate. We walk into
our favorite cafe
and all the candles
light themselves.
I lean over and
light my
cigarette from the flame.
You pull out your
tiny notebook
in which we are
plotting our revenge.
Our whispers
appear above our heads
as tiny dots
inside thought bubbles.
I reach up and
puncture the bubbles
as an extra
precaution. Then
we turn the page.
Kyla Houbolt, relocated to an island in the PNW, is still writing weird stuff. You can find some of it on her linktree, here: https://linktr.ee/luaz_poet where you can also find ordering info for her two chapbooks, Dawn's Fool at Ice Floe Press, and Tuned at CCCP Chapbooks. The chapbooks, Surviving Death and But Then I Thought, are forthcoming from Broken Spine Arts and above/ground Press, respectively. She also has a full length manuscript currently seeking a publisher. Kyla is on Twitter @luaz_poet.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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