Alone with Only Our Thoughts to Destroy Us
We set the booby traps before the guests arrive,
trip wires, trap doors, spiked pit,
broadax suspended above the marked exit signs.
Much to our chagrin no one we invited
shows up. The elf owl perched on a maple
hoots out the cruelest obscenities
while clematis creeping across the windows
cloaks us in darkness... The pipes freeze.
My love, I am sorry to inform you, that even
the vodka and cans of gasoline have frozen.
By the time we set out to dismantle the traps
we’ve forgotten where we put them.