|‘Channel’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com|
Everyday I plunge my hands in deeper;
deeper into souped-up aluminium bubbles,
and my fingers swim into exhaustion,
sinking onto a bed of potato peel, carrot ends,
soggy-sticky labels, spongy chunks, and
skin cells. Peels, ends, labels, chunks and cells
twirl and skip into plughole descent. But,
only the cells succeed in making their
escape. I fish out the debris and bin it, knowing
that I’m out there. Out in the sewers, swimming
free. Going with the flow.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019
Inspired by ‘Dear Nainai’ , by Jennifer Tseng.