Tuesday poem #528 : Kyla Houbolt : How to Live in a Cartoon

 

 

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