sitting on the coffee table, washed in the light
of the television,
thinking 'i want to say things that make people feel better,'
'i want to be freer' and 'should i be doing things differently
in order to achieve those things?'
i think my fountain soda cup decides to just act natural.
the fountain soda still inside remains below room temperature.
the ice cubes in the fountain soda are partially melted
and have become beautiful abstract blades.
what these blades cut,
have cut themselves again
and again throughout the annals of antediluvian goddesses.