NaPM April 22 2016

[Todd]

Where is the remote?
 
I hid it so the kids
wouldn’t find it,
open the case, eat
the batteries and die.

So a mob wouldn’t pitchfork
down my street, nail
a black cross to my door,
and force my rats to flee
from their crawl space
to infect the neighborhood.
 
So I’m not that parent
on the evening news,
on social sites I don’t care
to name with the Duracell death meme.
 
I looked in the familiar places,
near the cremated pets, under
the balls in the ball pit, and behind
the iron animal my mother
always called an armored dildo.
 
I will search, but I will not
walk to the television
and turn the channel by hand.