CHRYSALIS OCPoetry

 

CHRYSALIS

 

The webcam tape blocks God

from watching me nude, slug

 

in hand between the gap in

my fingers. The used cups

 

accumulate in the kitchen sink;

it is the year of our Lord and

 

the microphone in the

refrigerator is listening

 

to me weep and pour vinegar

into boiling water so

 

the poached eggs are rounded

and plump. I have become

 

something like an ambi-

dextrous. I cut into the eggs

 

and watch the yolk run. One

day, my slug will sprout wings

 

the size of the mount of olives

and I will peel off the webcam

 

tape, triumphant.

 

 

 

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Submitted January 29, 2018 at 09:57PM by Greenhouse_Gangster http://ift.tt/2DYBv2m OCPoetry