Nothing Really Made Sense by Diane Funston

Nothing Really Made Sense

We built a home of sunflower petals

A big he loves me

he loves me not

We caroused in thunderstorms

with lightning over the Seine

I offered you a nibble of cactus-wood

you dribbled it with kerosene

Nothing really made sense

So we imploded

before the explosion

You carried me over

a net of hungry crocodiles

for a wedding night

of ravenous disappointment

I hunted in my purse for

a crystal vial of laudanum

but cut my finger

on a bottle cap from Rolling Rock

Something lit my fire

in a deluge of rain daggering down

I came to my senses afterwards

and sang a dirge for a lost girlhood

She giggled behind a whitewash

of birches against the sunrise

though no one else saw her

I called her to come back home

You scared that sensitive girl

back into the sun going down

I left you then after you left me

Neither of us ever heard again from

Diane Funston’s publications include California Quarterly, Synkronicity, Penumbra , F(r)iction, Tule Review, and Lake Affect Magazine , among others.  Diane has been Yuba Sutter Arts Poet-in-Residence. Diane has a chapbook ,  “Over The Falls” from Foothills Publishing.