spilt milk

i can't swallow
i am thirty-one
i have your aftermath
inside of me
it's pubescent
radiant hairs
fall out of me
you left them
to disseminate
fluorescent
i watch them
disintegrate into
transparent salinity
unconstrained
like me
they are slightly
compressible
my face is
in a race
with your ego
swollen
my mug is filled
to the rim
your head save the toilet
articles
is empty
you like to think
it is full
verbalistically speaking
it is
flushable
and so i wipe
these tears are not
unlike your words
transparent
and biodegradable

Copyright © 2002 by Shannon Gleeson