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Evaporation Point (newly edited)
Evaporation Point
Smashing eggshell into
the side of a red, Teflon pan
blazing -- the flat, iron land
not yet hot enough.
Skull imploding, already dead
when finally delivered
to evaporation point,
during our nuclear winter.
My empty remains discarded,
unborn I ride inside
man-made, coated steel.
Slither and fry, yellow
at the core, a baby
who never arrived --
just one of 12 crated at factory,
carried home from that morgue
called the grocery store.
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