Henry Israeli Alone with Only Our Thoughts to Destroy Us

We set the booby traps before the guests arrive,

trip wires, trap doors, spiked pit,

broadax suspended above the marked exit signs.

Much to our chagrin no one we invited

shows up. The elf owl perched on a maple

hoots out the cruelest obscenities

while clematis creeping across the windows

cloaks us in darkness... The pipes freeze.

My love, I am sorry to inform you, that even

the vodka and cans of gasoline have frozen.

By the time we set out to dismantle the traps

we’ve forgotten where we put them.

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