Vaudeville

You get lost in the netting of another spare night, insomnia absurd, this room making too many house calls, cat calls, calling 911 for an operator that never answers. The nightstand has a beef with the lamp. The TV turns itself into law enforcement, ratting out the innocents. Everything is maudlin vaudeville, the way the windows shimmy their sagging, tasseled breasts, the way you lie clutching the extra pillow, trying to remember the Sweet Tea taste of her breath, how it danced across the gray-white hairs of your chest when she bent down and kissed you.

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at https://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.

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