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