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