SARA WAINSCOTT


                                     



PEOPLE ARE GRAVITATING TOWARD A SIMPLER WAY OF LIFE




Instead of eating watching videos

other people's hands toss garlic and penne in a hot pan

the sensations of hunger must be acknowledged

from room to room the cat rolls her jingle ball

potatoes in darkness shoot greens from their eyes

gray shapes moving in the bed, cloudbanks churn and amass

is this citrine the glow of paradise

the glow of pineapple rings in caramel cake

and toxic frogs so small a hundred make a handful

instead of sleeping

keeping in business the satanic factories

steaming the floral dress to look more teacherly tomorrow

letting the faucet run its mouth

letting the piano sleep while in the weeds

the rats romance their siblings






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