I hear a frog croak in the dishwasherI wash a single memory down the sink
look up above the toilet bowla painting of a housefly eating the head of another housefly
If there’s ever been such a thing as a frogI 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 weekshit 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 numbersa frog jumps out of my mouth
later my diorama of the scene just isn’t rightshift the matchbox television inches to the left sprinklecut up napkins onto the floor replace manwith frog
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