The sun rolled into bed
Last night
And as the eyes in every house
Sunk down to curtain
Midnight movies

Little linoleum women

woke
from sweet drugged sleep

Swirling plastic petticoats they rose to
dance amidst the disco lights
of stars
against the chipped and naked floor.

The houses breathe in
steady slumber breaths
and all the furniture is still

But the floors

They let down their yellowed hair
And shake the crumbs from the folds
of cracked flowers.

Trembling on the precipice
Of beautiful
Or gaudy
Tacky faded, yellowed linoleum.

Little linoleum fairies
woke last night,

and danced until breakfast.