ice

I am an ice
Sculpture
In the corner of
The room.

“Don’t touch him!”
A nurse says,
“He’s all brittle
And melty!
Just one fingerprint
Will turn him
Into a weeping
Puddle!”

Toscar blithely
Breaks off one of my
Fingers
And drops it into
His glass of coke.
“Come off it.” He says.
“He ain’t that ill.”

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