- Gary Hunter
The logic of Ileana - March 26, 2021
she's left the house spotless
once again
and once again
I’m struggling to dust off
her common sense
and where she hid
my favorite water bottle
I’d left on the counter
she's left the house spotless
once again
and once again
I’m struggling to dust off
her common sense
and where she hid
my favorite water bottle
I’d left on the counter
snorers are braggarts they say to the sleepless I can even hum a tune while I do it
the squeal of rubber rips the silence as a fast driver carves up the invisible night with an extended tortured note and skid marks when it stops I close my eyes wait for crickets to serenade the darkn
walking out my front door I’m assaulted by the awful stink of thousands of mango blossoms but oh what a miracle when they morph into handfuls then armfuls of ambrosia as if a hangover could turn into