Sugar in Her Basement: A Childhood Disease


The pipes burst
froze and burst
find a bloody plumber
it’s Sunday
morning and she has
sugar in her basement
sugar flooding
from the pipes a
contracted emergency
Maybe it was water
maybe it was
a fucking plumber
in my youth I
do not recall well
but daddy I see your eyes
and somehow through
the fucking time
it’s your eyes
your flooding eyes
like melted ice cream
the center of gravity
low and swishing
in my flooded heart.

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