Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I can’t stop thinking about it
Living in my kitchen
Sealed in its jar…
Or so I thought.
It crept out one night
After we’d watched too much dark sci-fi
And the bubbles were more meaningful than ever
It crept out, right through the rubber seal
I knew it wasn’t supposed to be airtight
And apparently it wasn’t
Night-thief-knife-like terror
Squeezing through
Impossible cracks
I can’t stop thinking about it
Raining upwards like an
Impossible planet
Are you flora or fauna?
Animal, mineral, or vegetable?
You are alive, alive in my kitchen
You impossible thing.