In the confidential fridge
the milk
so old it began to feel the cold
and ability to think
how could it?
exterior to the suck-less door
stale life
weightless dust
a curdled household
In the confidential fridge
the milk
so old it began to feel the cold
and ability to think
how could it?
exterior to the suck-less door
stale life
weightless dust
a curdled household
When it’s all too much or you just can’t stick it,
And your impulse is to refuse.
But what if this is a trick, can it be too late?
Now… how funny is this? Or so cruel,
How strange; repulsively-beautiful.
But right now you can’t explain; you can’t begin to try!
Because…
At least one of us is the same; you feel better now —
Finding found… Goodbye!