Michael Witkowski - Epistle to Spoon

Rusty spoon,
I want to be lifted in small
pieces- i am alive. Wobbly
as i am - respect me or i
will cover you from all sides
with myself and then, dry up.
Now, nobody will look at you
till you hop in a dish-washer.

Your yoghurt

Michael Witkowski

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