There were stale cookies
And/Or the rolled up bodies of dead sugar ants
For breakfast lunch and dinner
I was exhausted
I thought of fighting her like a kitten
All hisses then GNASH!
I would throw her into the wall
Laughing, sinking my white teeth in
Press her forehead up onto a magnet
Until all the poles reset
I would step on _all_ her spiders.
I became lost of the chore of transforming
Into a raccoon, rifling through discarded clothing
Wrapped up in a warmish sweater
Smelling like a dreamgirl
I thought heartbreakingly
Of those nights in the bedroom
We stayed up to watch him sleep
Exchanging pixie dust and exorcisms
Calling out the gypsy curse.
Forever friendly smokers, sisters, twinkins.