I know everything I need
to know right now—
the cardboard sky,
the hollow moon’s unfulfilled promises,
earth’s frail frame,
how there’s no one sound enough
to answer my questions.
Mom tells Dad lies so easily,
like larceny or cheap murder.
In another house, another world,
normal families eat a meal together,
winking or smirking between bites.
Here, mine starts to disrobe,
reaching for weaponry,
the mad circus beginning again
without a proper audience,
nothing to upend the violence or depravity
but a child’s unanswered prayers
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’m Not Supposed to Be Here and Neither Are You, out now from Unknown Press. You can also find him at http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.