a rounded pebble stuck in
the groove of your red Nike
sneakers. You can't shake
off. You walk with it rolling

in your socks. Stabbing into
your sole, leaving a hole.
She's sound pounding in your
head from two hundred watt

speakers. The flammable,
bubbling liquid poured inside the
beakers of your lab. She's the gin and
tonics you drank and the tab! She's ricotta

cheese in the ravioli. You can't see
her till you break into her slowly.
She's burning you like indigestion.
Something you accept and do not question.