I am spoiled milk I know it I know it
but you taste me anyway and seem not to notice
and I’m not trying to say that I am smaller than I am or that I am broken, but
only that I see myself today and know myself, today.
but I am an ember too, growing and glowing and not yet burnt out
maybe that’s what spoiled the milk
maybe these mixed metaphors are too much for these few lines
but I am as fluid as I want to be, as fluid as I am
you taste what is between the lines and seem to want more
and that sounds heady but it’s not really, because I am looking at the ceiling
“how can I be hungry already, it’s 10 AM?”
but it’s noon and I don’t know anything anymore
by Abbie Heath
