Red Goo

Power

lies within       me
    Somewhere,
red light bulbs burn hot
 like
tomato sauce that bubbles
on stove
 like
my mother’s fiery eyes
I clean the kitchen every night
but it
                                              stays
dirty
with crumbs in between cracks of floor
sticking to
bottoms
of feet
               why bother
                                                  when
                                                             it doesn’t
                                                  matter
when it just is never clean
Consistency is key
I am Power
   burning through blue veins
       burning through the stove
 when the        grill pan                     smokes
I am Ice
  like my mother’s stare
     like my feet on the tile
  like snow
I
   melt
    into
red
       goo
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