you dreamed a radioactive end

standing in the sitting room like coat wracks
& just waiting for the shoes to drop. raining 
boots all day, we covered our heads & said
"it was only a matter of time." the peaches
grew arms & the grapes, wings. insect-like 
& looking for revenge. we thought we could out smart
whatever turmoil comes after a great barbeque. 
smoke. hair. steak knife. then the ground vibrated.
everyone escaped through a zipper. but now
it's all snakes underneath the bridge. finding 
your mouth where the shower dream should be. 
i told you we couldn't use too much. 

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