Sometimes it is worth lying
face down on the floor for a moment
to get some perspective.
Examine the floor for bits
of food, lint and dead grass
and those hairs
that didn’t come
Turn on the television
on a static channel
until the light wets your eyes,
heat swells in your chest,
and a steady beat
Clutter a coffee table until nothing
on it can be discerned, a half empty
ashtray, gum and pages, prescription
bottles, and coffee mugs
unifying into the mass
like bad news.
Move aside the empty chairs
In the kitchen and pace back and forth
for at least twenty minutes
for the exercise.
Fire up the stove, boil water until holy.
Add two teaspoons of crushed fly wing,
one mandrake root, poppy milk,
ginger, onion powder,
whisper a lost lover’s name into it,
and let the vapors
To be certain you have time,
make sure you have time to check
Trim the fullness deep in your closets,
under the bed, at the center of the chest
where a vacuous growth will form
as your living room
Let it swell
Andrew Spiess’s work has appeared in Lingerpost, Permafrost, and Prairie Margins. He received a Louise C. Cooper Book Award from Bowling Green State University, where he studied, and a poem of his has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He works and lives in Tallahassee, Florida.