April 18, 2026

Tiny Opera
~ for Page Loudon

Telephone rang shoe buckled bicylebicycle clickclickclick crashed I attempted a deep squat my leg skittered out behind me I pulled myself up hanging onto an embarrassing item yelped I’m okay I’m okay to no one tweet tweet sang the goddamn birds meow said the useless orange cat even baby orca pushed her giant head out of the water and giggled (I’m lying about that part) I cursed the garbage truck rumbling by in the valley above those fucking noisy animals my son said you’re too old for this then I pretend murdered him with a switchblade comb and ketchup blood.

The End.