15

One day I will eat
egg whites in purgatory
with my sins stacked beside me
like pancakes

Today I wait
pressed
between the pages of a book

In the kitchen
a lone wasp circles
around the light

Outside snow gathers
in the low spots
I take out my biggest pot
this is a soup night

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