...Metallic Totality...
I want to
be done blaming
the old woman
the old man
the old everything
While huge strawberries
laced with pesticide
and bitter disappointment
press slightly hard
against each other
in the plastic
crate, slowly rotting
to inevitable death
As we are
We all are
Recommended
Suddenly I need
all these things
a large spoon
a clean pot
to go slow
to be grounded
I try delegation
without the impatience
I grow restless
doing too much
not doing enough
I hear flies
that don't exist
and I am
bleeding
infected
dejected
