sip the oil from the top of the vinaigrette through your labrum — quick, before it’s shaken
squeeze through the gap below the bedroom door into the early sunrise conversations, then whisper
their secrets to the kitten
leave the spoon in the sink, handle caked with instant coffee powder
when the arguments start, push a can of tuna off the fourth shelf from the bottom. watch them jump at
the clatter of aluminum. the French-cut green beans are next — exacerbate what you can
you don’t need their blood or the guts of the open sugar packets left out on the counter
they don’t see you — pull it all apart — because you can
| Hannah Silvers is an enthusiastic amateur at life. If you're looking for her, you'll probably find her cross-legged on her kitchen counter, reading a whodunnit and letting the popcorn burn. Follow her on Twitter @hannah_silvers. |