Around the Corner
It isn’t always gothic, black
lace and arsenic, demonic in nature.
It is at times all-American, macaroni
and cheese, benign in appearance.
The dream you wake up from, and
wake up from, and wake up from.
The friend who doesn’t recognize you
when you knock on the door of their house.
The family conversation at the dinner table
that you can’t understand a syllable of.
Pouring syrup on your pancakes and
watching the dead ants pile up.
Knowing that madness is always
around the corner, just a thought away.
