a nuclear bomb has just gone off
in the living room. 
the ground bubbles
under pressure, vibrations rising
like heat and the Christmas
tree trembles, 
golden orbs shimmying and
dangling precariously off
evergreen cliffs. 

a mushroom cloud is spreading throughout
every single room in the house. 
i stay put but keep my head down.

my heart doesn’t palpitate when
the walls start to quiver.
with a smile, i close my eyes and
enjoy the way it feels
as though the house is rocking
me to sleep. 

there will be plenty of time
to clean up the mess later.