you're the fiscal cliff

by Donna Kuhn

the bed is a church

u have a plate for

him so he can take 

off without u

the tall building is me

a plate of men

very uncooked

your eyebrow is a church

sleepwalk me, work is bed

the bed is scared, u again

u lose your soup

talk and sleep

she is a bed

i can't serve u

i don't know u

i say i lost u once

u can get worse

stay, this bed is

very tall and has

long braids

i hope i'm not in boston

u died and i call u, u look

at me but u keep walking

away; i say think

u died and u sleep

the floor, she is never

there; you're in boston

and u died

woo woo woo woo woo

woo woo woo, i can't

settle down; your soup

takes off without u

you're the fiscal cliff

i can't know u, i'm done

i can't settle down and

sleep walk, someone

else

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Donna Kuhn is a regular contributor to this blog. A film by her appeared in AlteredScale.com 2 and she another will appear in AlteredScale.com 3, out next month.