these things like butter sliding on hot toast, like gravy pouring from a bowl, lumps and all. Spread them in the wind like dandelion seeds. Have them push their way out
like a catapulting sneeze. Spread these things like wild fire blazing through the forest. Spread them wide and far like a virus. Have them repeat and repeat again like lyrics in a chorus. Have them swim
like ***** searching for the egg. Have them fly overhead, like a vulture circling its prey. If they don’t penetrate, infect, spur, impel I know I did not serve them well.