waiting as the sauce simmers

i melt
into a puddle
of my own
inconsequence
feeling too much
to the point
of despair

an empty vessel
in disrepair
listing heavily
laden with barnacles
going slowly
in circles around
the drain

a destitution
of shabby
wonderment
caught in an
abundance of
pollen blowing off
of dream’s corpse

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