Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Kitchen Witch

Paralyzed I am dropping
ashes like set pieces
Nothing more 
than smoky skins
I've turned into the
thing under the counter

I'm infecting the pans
my feet in the fridge
the sink is my personal
saddle now I'll never

such is my
performative immobility
I'll be swept under 
the rug though I'm 
afraid I can't
crumble like I 
could as children

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