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