Butter and Arson


in a hundred years,

none of this would matter—

the man across the street

would just be a man

and not her husband

holding hands

with that bitch

from 5-C

who had the nerve

to knock on their door

and ask if she could

borrow some butter

she was baking a cake

and was all out—

perhaps, in a hundred years,

bitches that borrow butter

and husbands

will have become

a thing of the past,

but right now,

she had a household to run,

a husband to confront,

and of course the flagrant itch

to burn it all down to the ground,

before picking up the kids.

#23 from Untitled Film Poems

Image by Cindy Sherman

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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