The spilled milk?
I am not crying.
This is me kneeling
on the gray stone tile
to lap up the puddle
the way a grown woman
should never do.
It may be a mess,
but it’s not spoiled yet
and I’m thirsty enough
to lower myself,
and look, how the cup
is still half full.
“…and look, how the cup//is still half full.”
…and 3/8ths full;…and 1/4 full;…and 1/8 full…1/16…
There, mopped the floor and finished my milk. ;~)
I think you’re right … I’m working toward empty …
I don’t know, R, about that phrase “…to lower myself…” as it feels a bit too consciously self-effacing, and even literally, you are already down there, kneeling on the floor, ready to lap the milk up. I would think you would be looking UP toward the glass to see it’s half full, that it wouldn’t be down there with you. If that makes any sense…
I get what you mean … I had kneeling in at first there, and then wanted it in the other spot, and didn’t want to use it twice … I will revisit it. Crouch just didn’t sound right … And then there was prostrate. That didn’t sound right either … I will keep working on it.
🙂