Conspiracy Theory
tin foiling my windows
Conspiracy Theory
Cat licks fur by the front window
as though sucking salt from a cleft of a rock.
Gravity is his greatest downfall! My daughter exclaims
while the sky mimics a tub of lard,
smoothing the supple skin of my brain,
which has been wading deep into conspiracy theories
lately. All the bits and bobs are coming true, though,
as names fall like snow from the sky.
At this point, I am just waiting for my neighbour
who is sitting on his front porch
to turn into a lizard. Any time now, his eyes
are going to turn yellow like the bottles of fish oil
in Costco at the pharmaceutical aisle,
near the ninety nine cent hot dog and pop combo.
I am waiting for him to reveal his reptilian body
under his Adidas windbreaker, and long johns
he so fondly wears in sub degree weather—
his lizard tongue pushing against his teeth
as he walks pass my window
and smiles at me.
Love this! It’s very relatable.
I hear they have a lot of tinfoil at Costco.