by Kerol Harrod
Spill, they say, spilling,
a child’s absent hand tipping milk at the table,
urine dribbling from an incontinent bladder,
a drunkard’s whiskey glass, sloshing neat,
the nauseous stomach hurling mephitic release,
things wipe-able, to be sopped, utterly, by the soppers;
these things are our spills, and even now fall away
on earth, but not waste.
Kerol Harrod lives in Denton, Texas with his wife and two daughters. He has published news and opinion articles in a variety of forgettable publications, and has also published previously with The New Verse News.
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