you break everything
except me

the vacuum’s cracked housing
substitutes for bones

the dishwasher doesn’t drain its secrets
so stink we don’t speak of

bleeds across the floor

the microwave clock has a short
so time in this house breaks, stacatto

and needs fixing

*** for napowrimo day 3, we are writing about machines.  I chose domestic ones and this darkness spewed out.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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22 Responses to dysfunction

  1. Rhonda says:

    Wow. As another take on domestic violence, this one is a stunner

  2. The Unfolding says:

    Very nice. (I suppose the “like” button indicates that, but just didn’t seem like enough in this case 🙂 Wonderful imagery. It’s rare that I feel like I’ve learned something from a poem, but with this piece, I have.

  3. yeoldefoole says:


  4. Alice Keys says:

    You’ve been spying on my house again. Nothing works properly. Good one.

  5. Lawks. Bitter stuff Susan. It can work both ways

  6. Ah yes–so many of these stories go unseen….
    nicely done, as usual.

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