Infinity, Jewel (pt 2)
They worked all day
and when they got home
he turned on his laptop
and Jewel decorated a Christmas tree
even though they were damn near
dead center in the middle of December’s
demise & its eventual
return to existence
(ergo: it’d just fucking turned June)
He asked Jewel about her day
and she asked him if he’d noticed
a Santa-hat-wearin’ angel
flopping around here somewhere
it’d either followed Kirk Cameron’s
crazy film career back to heaven
or maybe it just fell out of the box
She didn’t know
He’d lost angels before
so he didn’t take the missing
lightly
He promised to help her
look for it but before his promise
could clear his lips shuttle bay doors
Jewel’d already abandoned the tree
and everything decorative
that went along with it
instead of strategically placing tinsel
Jewel sat on the couch with a brazed look
on her face as if she’d awakened
to find: 1. she’d kill a man
- She’d wasted an unbearable amount
of her life ordering hand lotion online
- Hoopastank was more than just a bad dream
“What have I done?” Jewel whispered
the man mistook her words
for a tricycle
and began to ride
the verbal regret
of Jewel’s own inner horror
around the room
in a combination of both circles
and semi-circles
in
an
attempt
to
cheer
her
up
and maybe it worked
and maybe it didn’t
“I had a dream last night that
you were taking medication for your
anxiety and there were side effects
strange side effects”
Jewel said
The medication caused him to cum bacon.
He wasn’t quite sure how to take that
He tried to arrange her dream into
another tricycle, but the damn thing
refused to hold together
with the night slopped up against the moon
Jewel walked out of the living room
her footsteps grounded like flowers
as he sat there
contemplating
specific pop songs
in a pile of his own bacon
and empty pill bottles
and cum
Multiverse Johnson 