stinky dog
becomes immovable object
bathtime
© Rachel Green February 2025
I.IV
Morning, with sunlight under cloud and weak
with hunger she now struggles to her feet
and wearily a bathroom use she seeks
but porcelain and her stomach contents meet.
A squeeze of toothpaste eradicates the taste
of bile from her tongue and cold-cracked lips
she stumbles down the stairs with too much haste
and falls against umbrella's sharpened tips.
Her hand is pierced with street-encrusted steel;
her cry of pain sounds loud sounds loud against her ears
but she tarries not and finds herself a meal
from crusts and old potato skins and tears.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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