Maybe
Trying to sip coffee as quietly as possible
so as not to disturb Natalia.
Maybe she’ll wake up better today.
Maybe a dream will tell the truth.
Maybe the cats will stop tearing up the flowers
and pissing on the screen door.
Maybe the dog will grow wings
and fly fast enough to burn the ticks off his eyes.
Maybe a new doctor will come to town
in a swank limousine.
Maybe the Devil will go to therapy.
Maybe the smoke will blow away and the sea will calm down
and maybe the fish will come back
and maybe I’ll find a treasure chest
buried in the yard.
Maybe the water will become drinkable.
Maybe the mango tree will stop wilting
and stand up like Rumpelstiltskin.
Maybe the bugs and worms
will stop eating its roots.
Maybe she’ll smile again.
Horror Sleaze Trash 