Pissing Through the Window Having lost my clothes to the void behind the dryer
I drape myself in linens from an old dowry chest,
staple doilies to my dinner plate breasts and wrap a dresser
scarf sarong around my waist. An envoy of velvet
lizards appear at the threshold of my dressing room
to inform me that the bathroom is now theirs, and
lead me to a summit with their Queen who lounges, thickly
purple in the tub. Having already lost the kitchen with
accompanying sink to the cats I resign myself to
pissing through the window.  ¶ 7:10 PM