Before the Police Wake Up

 

 

Morning breaks in like a revolution, waving its eyes. A geosynchronous angel freaks out and dies, then the banker, clutching at his heart in the revolving door. The heart says, Boom. The smell of hibiscus from the corpses. Apparel is sold. Remixes made. The revolution happens like a brand name, the T-shirt says. You just wake up one morning with new words in your chest and everyone else is exactly the same.

 

 

 

 

Donald Dunbar lives in Portland, Oregon. He has a blog: https://sparethe.blogspot.com.