Supermarket 10pm The snack aisle strikes me as too peppy. And I tripped on my own shoes trying to self- checkout too many apricots. Nina Simone on low volume’s really bumming me out. This year, I cried in your kitchen while you made crepes. I stole a tub of ricotta cheese. I was late on purpose and I never did my laundry. It’s fine when the sun’s out. UV kills the mould though it won’t get the jam stain out of my singlet. Listen, there’s so much work being done. So much gathering and display and it’s fine and it’s“Ellen Morgan Butler”
This is my ambered sarcasm. / This is my garden’s rough / cut blossom my / bitter jewel with veins of pearl / and the hard-edge glow of the / indigestible.