Boil.
I shall ignore
that steely glint
and watch you.

I am simmering too,
padding about
with cottonball claws,
arching my back
before the flickering
flame, scratching
behind my ear.

You’ve got the cream,
melded into every drop.
I will bide my time
till you separate,
and strain you
through wire mesh.

I’m on edge now, about
to overflow. Don’t sit
so self-contained,
snow-white and cold.

I shall turn the heat up,
put the lid on.
Watch me.



From Safe House, 2014