The smug cup of tea that starts to boil
The pixelated image on the monitor
A video game with a stuck soldier
The veins in my hands
The high whine of my refrigerator
Constant in my head
The shifting weight of a dead cat in a shoe box
The saved house and the house burnt to the ground
Matter changed not destroyed
Creaking underpinnings of a carousel
A torn rag doll
Spewing out cotton innards
What is this chemical peel that rents through our world
Bends us over, flesh and soul
© 2008 Audri Phillips
