Jessica
Blender
We spin a terrible speed. We stutter
and stop. Arms outstretched in silver
horizon lines. The world curves
and dips behind us. We stop again.
Our whirring pace pushes
everything away from our center.
***
We finally have a new blender, after months without one, so for the past few days I’ve been blending my heart out. So, the blender has been on my mind. I had hoped to write more object poems, but I just haven’t found the time, now that I’m back to work. More tomorrow, once the migraine goes away.
