i feel vaguely evil for writing this

Sonata

Your waterfall is stained by the window. I can see, walk you
through it, fibrous sunlight. Talking a gerund
down from the ceiling. Are you always like this? Forget

it. Forget about it. Everyone's tossing beer bottles
out car windows these days and got cancer. Of the expletive
and the explosion. Stuffed animals never fight

back. Let's dance candles in the microwave, draw straws.
Not again. Your winterfall, by the water?
Stained. Do me a magic trick, turn these people

into uglier people. Into poets. But I don't
want to! Perfectly shuffle a deck eight times, and
it's starting all over. Same with you (under the moonlight,

the corpulent moonlight). So come over sometime, eat
everything in the house. Some days I want to fill you
with at least a hundred exclamation points. Slap me, silly.