A mug watches me push it off the edge of my couch (accidentally) with my elbow
A mug watches me push it off the edge of the couch (accidentally) with my elbow
Disclaimer: altho ‘me’ in the title is ‘me, the author’ in the body of this poem ‘me’ is the Mug and ‘she’ is the author.
time broke down. a ‘do you’ shattering.
to me, every sit is knocking
at red pulp and gum’s door, all pieced
together; over-ripened. house beans
like the regional council’s lake project,
tiles covered over, and flecks thru her dusty curly
sweaty snake-neck
mullet. dyke-isms. she wears a gilded bowl like a hat,
shouts ‘hat!’.
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