disturbance theory

disturbance theory

By Maeve Sweeney

there is an iron rod burning in your leg and you think the knife would feel good, just a little bit /  fantasies of amputation aside, you spend most of your time in the bedroom, waiting for the other shoe to drop / everything you need is here, it’s just, well... 

the bomb you dream of, strapped to your stomach, lives on / there is no way to save yourself  without destroying the pond it explodes here or it explodes there / these are the options, in or out,  your body or the house / so you wait for the waiting to stop, you wait for some caustic event to leave  you no other choice than to do what you want like you’ve been in this room a long time, 

and the door has just been unlocked.