howard

the spirits of her abortion had manifested. the spirits of all her abortions manifested themselves into the furniture in the room

there would be a chair waiting

smiling

the pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief

she'd go carry the garbage out to the sidewalk

and come back in and sit with all her children inanimate

petrified forever

a little boy named howard

everybody knows one of those guys in school who kills everything he finds

every little cat

every mouse

every dog

likes to burn his sister with cigarettes

diabolical schemes

everything has been conspired

the doors wired

that's 'cause those south americans tied him up in a chair

he was doing that dope deal

he never got over that

you're just made of words

you're just made of sounds