[poem is stacked line by line vertically with staggered indentation. The poem is overlaid on a translucent picture that has the impression of thick fog, ringlets of a person's red hair, and some Christmas tinsel. / putrid / : Vinegar fills the air, acid coats your nose hairs, It feels like each strand is being tugged at like a swinging rope...Several small plastic cups are strewn in every room, Rose Gold solution in each one is speckled with dead fruit flies who went for a swim….Two heaping mountains of dishes, clog the porcelain sink, Once white now coated in sludge, Varying degrees of leftover bits from food consumed mold their own new forms of life, Fruit flies breed and swarm...Accompanying the sink are slick black bags overwhelmed with waste, Rotted vegetable cores pulsate from within, odorous filth, Laundry overflows on the linoleum floor, Cloth that has been peeled off dirt oiled skin collects and seeps...The toilet unflushed under the open window, A mesh veil to the concrete slab of...collected dog excrement that has baked all summer...Tumbleweeds of dirt and hair, Layers of dust that could wool a blanket, And a woman cocooned in an unmade bed.] |
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