Not Cleaning Up Your Room will Result in a Congested Space Vacuum
Ella Zalon
marbles,
slow fill the toes
be clusters of missing breaths
craters clotting at the bottoms of the feet
[swell softly]
when i forced open the painted doors of my old block houses,
[the logic being something had been lost]
the fingers bled petroleum onto sills
raw with the new resource from untapped planets
i swallowed jacks and didn’t notice until they pressed delicate depressions into the throat
leaving rotating gibbous prints all the way down my talk,
[a conscious decision on their part]
the tongue decisively rests
sucking small plutos through a straw
it feels at times that forgetting can be a nice and easy and slow thing
the inertia wrapping our stomachs apart is an augmented reminder
of gravity in our gut
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