no choice
but to eat the half gallon
of ice cream.
the power is
out and everything is
melting,
everything is going
bad,
going sour.
i have a chicken
in the oven,
i'm scrambling eggs,
drinking
milk.
i'm on the floor, with
a wet
towel
soaking
up the ice pond
growing,
with the big spoon digging
into the soft
cool mountain
of rocky road.
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