Rusty spoon, <br />I want to be lifted in small <br />pieces- i am alive. Wobbly <br />as i am - respect me or i <br />will cover you from all sides <br />with myself and then, dry up. <br />Now, nobody will look at you <br />till you hop in a dish-washer. <br /> <br />Your yoghurt<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epistle-to-spoon/
