No Reason
by Catherine Weiss

i have been stepping carefully
around the giant hole 
in the middle of my kitchen floor
you know, the pit without a bottom
that makes ominous rumblings from time to time
the one i have been pretending is not there
so we don't have to talk about it

(i think you 
may have noticed 

i'm pretty sure it started with
and a depression in the linoleum

i could try to say it happened
around the time i started drinking 
or when my parents split

doesn't matter
there was a crack
that widened very slowly
and now sometimes bats come out
to cheerfully eat my fruit flies

i hope you don't mind because
i want to sit at the edge with you
and fling utensils into the abyss

for us
no reason
is reason

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