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Cracked plates and silverware,

We all sit


Staring out

The dishwasher door.

Clean and dirty,

Silent as

The cold linoleum,

Tired of being stacked and scraped and smeared

With insatiable appetites.

Lint clumps and sharp, dry pasta pieces

Kicked beneath the rug

Brush across each taste bud,

Stick to the sides

Of my throat,

Or float down

With each sweep of your

Dusty blue

Broom bristle stares.

You pricked my

Kitchen floor cares,

And now I’m choking on

Forgotten appetites.