...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

Uri Geller is My Feminist Role Model

I have too many spoons
in my kitchen.
This reeks of domestic conspiracy.

Each nestled one into the next,
soft bunny puffs
with eyes half-closed,
commas abutting
into pause after pause after pause.

       ...And so it was 
that knife begot spork
by spoon...

Each day fitting carefully into next
until I wake up scared
of this polished monotony.

I like my days to sneak up on me,
mind over matter,
convexities instead of concavity.

* * * * * * * *

Workshop away, my droogies.

Or just stare at and ignore.




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