Ah! The suffocation of this house
stifling all occupants.
Windows closed in heat for safety,
for the sake of watching
children. Run riot screeching
for food, for this, for that.
But heavy boredom hangs;
instants ripe with rain and
heatstroke sunshine. Such is such is.
What hope now for a slender
golden moment stolen every now?
I drown in domesticity, in bleach,
in urine soaked amendments.
I am her and him; the sum of
all their bitter arguments.
Here is then and then is here.
Ah, Reality!

The Red Queen Speaks:

Consider the lily in the field.
'Yes consider them:
dirty, disgusting.'
thinks the Victorian,
'Like everything else
driven in the end
by procreation!'
Huh.
'Why does every bloomin'
thing on this earth
live to have sex?'