Aftermath

#Aftermath

(Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Man)

 There is a crater in the sofa
 Where Friday nights I snug
 Into his shoulder home, home.
 Exhale every foxhole worry
 Fingers curl like toes against
 His bulwark chest
                                        strongsafe.
   
 A teapot riots on the stovetop
 My face is deaf and mute
 It's just an air raid duck, duck.
 Find some Klaxon-given cover
 Pull it up around your eyes
 And try to breathe
                                       normal.
 
 His clothes are shrapnel-strewn and smirking
 Schirr-chirring landmine truths
 Step careful, now, be hush, hush.
 Use the tongs, and watch the Geiger
 Take her pumps and break the heel
 Collateral
                                        damage.

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