This household is a bowl of sugar on the table
where I’m upside-down in a shiny spoon.

Our house is a ceramic jar of honey from alfalfa or clover or wildflower
and the spoon is not a spoon is a wooden stick with flat circles.

We don’t have this Lazy Susan I spin away with.

Jill’s first romantic dinner at Dave’s
was box macaroni & cheese, sliced hot dogs.

Gigi ate leftover Rice-A-Roni last night dreaming her stomach
ache until this morning.

She’s been shitting liquid bombs and hopes to blow it all out
before today’s road trip back up north.