Gelato
The
kettle leaks
A
spider missing two legs
hangs
from the ceiling
unable
to ascend
Drops,
lost
in
the migraine carpet
Cells
pulse
stretch
back to the hollow
nothing
before stardust
bursts
into bloom
The
milk is off and the cake
sunk
in the middle
Recycling
box chinks empty
wine
bottles. Should scare
me.
I shrug: dress myself
in
grease and old bed
Did
the weight of my new skin
crush
you?
I
drop
ice
cream on the kitchen floor
I
fold onto the tiles, frozen
with
inaction, watch
plain
vanilla melt
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