May Contain Traces of Nuts
He is briefly out of the asylum
at the wooden kitchen table
with a 4 lb claw hammer
he cracks the shell hard
flattening the nut into paste
later I hang out the wash
his nose smeared against
the pane. He is off his medication
again. Rough Claret bottles under his
bed. The hateful voices guttural.
Rising in misshapen ghouls within him.
That night he plunges a steak knife deep into
his chest cavity miraculously missing his organs.