Spilled Milk

my mother always said
never cry over spilled milk

life is messy

so the rag absorbed my sorrows
and was discarded in the land fill
where shame suffocates in plastic wrap
gadgets crack with
defective memories
and regretful rambles whisper through wire

my mistakes began to rot
an odor
that festered in my belly
like fog horns under a sky of falling stars

it’s all cleaned up

but now when i spill milk
i cry

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