Strategic, emulsified and frozen
slick-faced with contorted pearls of gas
in the midst of chopped spinach and peas.
Layers like an archaeologist's stratified cave of bones
or lead paint several families deep.
Nearly dissolved in the bottom of your milk,
an arsenic spooned with glacial bitterness.
Before you've found it, you've gulped,
it down to your last bone and folicle of hair.
Dancing and tickling your underbelly of
grit and guts, which once kept our
freezer-burnt marriage together
and then I'll softly tuck away that poison
again, next to your frozen spinach and peas.
Written April 23, 2006, 9:35 am
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