Please Flush the Toilet
Yellow kernel, how do you feel?
Bounded by porcelain walls.
Yellow kernel, you float a sea
of stained water the color of tea.
There is no sky, but bright fluorescence.
Yellow kernel, are you lonely?
Your sphincter-shot brothers and sisters
Devoured by the maelstrom that cracked up underneath.
The half-flushed water you float on,
All that’s left of them.
Yellow kernel, do you hear the roar?
It is coming to take you.
For a special someone