By Kenton K. Yee
Jackhammers inside the warehouse.
The pterodactyl zaps the owl.
The owl chortles at the mantis.
The mantis prays to the goldfish.
The goldfish hiccups stars.
The bedroom door swings open.
Stars / stars / stars.
It’s my pop, rising later than usual.
The owl catches a capybara.
Pop shuts the bedroom door.
The lock makes a sharp click.
The pterodactyl shrinks to a mantis.
The telephone rings.
The moose pokes the squirrel.
The iguana scampers up the oak.
The telephone rings.
He clomps into the bathroom.
The telephone rings.
Sounds from the sink.
The telephone rings.
I turn up the TV. Any time now,
pop will yell for two eggs over hard.
About the Author:
Kenton K. Yee’s recent poems appear (or will soon) in Kenyon Review, Threepenny Review, Cincinnati Review, RHINO, Quarterly West, Poetry Northwest, Stonecoast, Columbia Journal, Electric Literature, Poetry Wales, Slipstream, Rattle, and other venues. His debut poetry chapbook is expected from Bull City Press in 2027. He writes from Northern California. FB:@scrambled.k.eggs INSTA:@kentonkyeepoet