by Bruce Boston
I open the refrigerator and instead of food
it is stocked with automatic weapons
and hand guns and ammunition.
I make love to my wife and find
that she has a third eye
where her navel should be.
I have a clock that makes a different noise every hour.
Sometimes it sings like a bird.
Sometimes it is a train pulling into a station.
At least once a day it is a bullfight or a shuttle launch.
I took it to a jewelers to have it fixed.
He told me not to fool with it or it would melt.
I have a giant flea for a pet.
It has little dogs running around on it.
When I turn on the TV the stereo comes on.
When I turn on the stereo the toaster heats up.
When I pop a slice of split-topped wheat into the toaster
the garbage disposal begins devouring itself.
I have all of this memorized.
It changes every day.
At the back of my walk-in bedroom closet
there is a giant zipper that runs
vertically from the floor to nearly the ceiling.
I have never touched it.
Appeared in Strange Horizons