Ice Cream

0 mg: I drive with an unbuckled
seatbelt, a rock weighted foot
licking the walls of the ice cream carton.

0 mg: practice headstands on the hardwood
floors, yoga for the thick-skulled
licking the walls of the ice cream carton.

30 mg: pages of wavering mandalas
a haze of disjointed neurosis
magnified, focused to a flame
rock weighted fingers and eyelids

30 mg: an unwavering sweet tooth
Tennessee backroads shaped like curling earthworms
a pint of gas station ice cream and a little
wooden spoon clicking against enamel
licking the walls of the ice cream carton

60 mg: the walls
licking the walls

 

 

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