Monday, November 21, 2016

Allison Morris #21 'Lunchtime'

In a thin white paper sleeve
with jade green and black markings
two chopsticks
carved from a single piece of wood.

The sound they make
when you break them apart, is the 
closest thing
to the sound of your own bone
snapping beneath your skin.
Every time I eat noodles
I fall again.


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