I hear a frog croak in the dishwasher
I wash a single memory down the sink
look up above the toilet bowl
a painting of a housefly eating the head of another housefly
If there’s ever been such a thing as a frog
I would keep a puddle of its greens its blues – yellow eyes in a grocery bag
in the bathtub I find a man in his eighties dead for weeks
hit his head on the corner of the bathtub mostly liquid
I hide in the oven play with an abacus how does it work?
numbers numbers numbers
a frog jumps out of my mouth
later my diorama of the scene just isn’t right
shift the matchbox television inches to the left sprinkle
cut up napkins onto the floor replace man
with frog
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