Flow (Go), Christopher Phelps
Occasionally
carrying the carton
I fantasize
about dropping it
and beating the odds
by breaking
every single egg—
to feel the relief
of none to save.
Occasionally I hope
all hell breaks loose
and I can take
my weight off this
flimsy door
holding back that
last word—lingering
in a lost ward
the warden
is the prisoner of.
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