goldenrod walls
avocado striped border
colored the realm of my childhood
where the dishwasher tangoed
on the patterned linoleum dance-floor
Low Hums
Low Hums
incandescent lighting
bounces off the brass cabinet fixtures
elbows on the countertops
with peanut butter smears
and chocolate tears;
a sanctuary
from the grave fears
of the monkey in the closet
and the ghost in the hall.
a strawberry pop-tart
a glass of two percent milk
and the static of the AM radio
hums low
cracks softly.
