Come Over, Cassandra Murphy

Come Over By Cassandra Murphy

Come over for dinner tonight So I can justify the $120 dollars I spent on scented candles Stare at me from across the table We’ll make small talk and drink peach wine You’ll ask me about the food And I’ll skirt around asking “Have you fallen out of love with me yet?” My tongue will taste of iron And I will smile big and wide We’ll summon circles of mushrooms To grow through the floor and swallow us alive To pass the time I’ll lament about how my poems never rhyme Until the slugs devour my last dregs of self concept And my brain will feel submerged in water The candles will melt away The apartment building will burn down And the ashes will swirl above us As we sit across from each other in the comfortability Of two people Who used to share everything