Milk & Humanity

Milk carton kids

faded into milky blurs of the mind

Confused in coconut cream constellations

Lost inside Milky Way galaxies

Everyday Sunday, oak milk overflows

out of my organs

I lay there.

Wishing waves of thick skim milk

would take me far away

In these bodies,

We bare fluid and sweet bleach

Cold enough to quench the drought

Something as marvelous

as a human body

producing liquid nutrients

takes place everyday.

Yet I’m still trying not to cry over spilt milk.