Crazy Angles

I came home and the house didn’t look the same anymore. It was set at crazy angles. When I opened the refrigerator, it slammed shut before I could choose my food. The water in the tub leaked out when I stepped in. The cat tried to climb up the kitchen floor to get her food, which eventually came to her. When the doorbell rang, it rang in strange tones and the man at the door wore his glasses crooked. He asked if I noticed that my house was going to fall. You came home and acted as if nothing had changed though your beer poured with ridiculous curves. “Tonight,” you said, “let’s try something different. Let’s have sex at crazy angles and see how it makes us feel.” “Crazy,” I said, and slipped off the couch and slid down the floor into the bedroom.
Trasie Sands
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