The last drop of oil
drains out of this cosmic pickle.
The universe cracks open,
dehydrated, cranky and shrivelled up.

People head home
and cook their brocoli with
diced onions.
I like mine with garlic.

They love what the city
puts in their plates
and in their ovaries.
Each mother is raising
a well oiled dream.

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