June 17th
Colin Pope
stagnant, fat;
my brain started squeaking today
after i watched The Simpsons horizontally
for the third time
my mother trickled by, looked down on me
like i was some neglected shower curtain
i couldn't comprehend her words
especially over TV and silence
and with only one ear anyway
i forgot about the kitchen but
she walked down to it with heavy, deadened legs
(by 5:30 work generally filled her up
to a dragging plumpness which
made her testy)
i'd apparently left whole milk sitting
on the starry, starry lucite counter
inches from the refridgerator
which stood aghast, like it was missing a hand
so i wrinkled myself upright
my ear flowered open and
i rolled into the kitchen
as a fly beat itself against the living room
