Alien
in the Kitchen
First,
the Visitor:
sniffing
the jars
bottles
and so on,
sampling
cabinet doors.
Squeezin’
the cook
paper-towel
roll too
grabbing
onto the walls
stressing
them peculiarly.
Next
was the Visitor
wafting
through the house
poking
the dog/guppy/armoire
rummaging
intrusively
Then was the Visitor
slapped on the
cutting board
Earl’s hand
engulfing
its
wriggling-tentacled head
Simmering bubbling
abanging the lid
holding its breath
and staying quite
tough
The meal, a powerful
passel of chewing
swallowing in
extremis
ended at last
Lastly, the Visitor
bending their bowels
reconstituting its
body
most grievously.
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