Driftwood

The last drop of oil
drains out of this cosmic pickle.
The universe cracks open,
dehydrated, cranky and shrivelled up.

People head home
and cook their brocoli with
diced onions.
I like mine with garlic.

They love what the city
puts in their plates
and in their ovaries.
Each mother is raising
a well oiled dream.

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