You see cabinets filled and dripping, you see the ice trays I bury like toys, you see the ice trays filling all our cabinet space, our ziplocs and tupperwares, our water UV clean. You know we don’t have to do anything special, you know there isn’t anything more special than a water filter, a garbage disposal full of lemon wedge and garlic skin. My own skin stuck to yours, melted and smelly. My own smelly skin waking in the early morning, waking in the late evening, waking, smiling, walking through the yard almost naked, stinking and moving like a restless branch. We all fall down, weighed and fruitful. We all fall against the dirty house, we all fall into the dirty puddles. We are gasoline. We are full of shit.
