Are We Done Yet?

by John Ziegler

I thought it was over when you dragged your trunk into the red hall,
  But then I found your brain under the bed.
I thought it was over when the purple curtain drew,
  But then the mother-daughter sword swallowers stepped into the light.
I thought it was over when the yellow tape stretched across the driveway,
  But then I saw you roll by in the green Buick.
I thought it was over when we strangled the ewe behind the hedge,
  But then I found your heart in the tub.
I thought it was over when the owl hooted down the moon,
  But the blue light remained until I saw the black road again.
I thought it was over when the villagers reached the castle gates,
  But we destroyed the evidence and rode the goats over the Urals.

John Ziegler graduated from Prescott College in 2008. He studied writing, literature, and natural history. He was born and raised in Louisiana and he now lives in New York.

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