Still Life with Levitating House/Wife
from The Suburbium Sonnets
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One should never invite the magician into the kitchen—
the sick microwaved-blue of the unshaved face.
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Slickered across the hallway floor, the flickered italics
of the five-point antlers as they jaw off the wall.
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On the counter top the metallic hiss and crack! of her
just-busted-open beer carbon-dioxides the air.
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Through the mirror, a flash of her caught in the stop-
motion act of slow-floating away; her hair grazing
against the jellyfishing glass chandelier.
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Inside the dishwasher it’s the butter knives that clink
and kick, those flat shining femurs.
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Of course the bread’s been left to leaven at the sink.
Inside it is heat-dark & murmur: keep your eyes
on the prize, it says—keep your hands wide oven. 
Instructions for Dematerializing
Misattribution 2: Nostalgia is a HoneyTrap
Still Life with Levitating House/Wife