Dismembered insects
All along the sink basin,
Sludge in the caulking you’ll
Never get out.
Quick inspiration
To drawbridge knife.
The ants are escaping along my arm
I’m only just dead
To this grief: The world’s
Unfixable.
I dream it unhinged
The tide is roaring somewhere
You’ll see it. You. In your
Apron marked with spear points.
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