Friday, January 30, 2015

the kitchen floor

you'll clean the puddle
of milk later.
you like the way it looks
for now.
a small shallow
lake on the dark floor.
you think of ice
fishing in Minnesota
when you stare at it.
it's just milk though.
not a frozen lake
covered in snow. but
with more milk you can
make more lakes.
you can make a river
of milk from one
door to the next.
maybe you need some land.
you find the flour
and the brown sugar
and begin. stalks of celery
for trees.
you are essentially God
at this point
creating a new world.
you take two eggs
out of the carton
and place them on the beach,
uncracked
adam and eve
you call them.
it's a busy afternoon,
then the phone rings.

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