House plants, Twin Peaks,
nodding with squints at God knows
what to fill God knows who: they aren’t working
anymore, are they, as you
flick over from repeat channels to the news. And when you scroll
down there instead? There’s no climax, depth,
point to what is sprayed at you on this side either
as the veil lifts due to the death in the family. And so now
there’s a funeral! But that uncle was always a bit creepy?
Did you even really like
those plants? As you search around the room
for days to find the remote: it wasn’t so
surreal after all, was it. Were you ever any better than choosing sides here?
What were they saying before they entered?
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