boiled up
someone dropped you in
to the new pot
the new cauldron
the cast iron cookware
you are mixed up
with the bubbles
pushed around
in a whirlwind
the simmering pot on the burner
next to you
cooks up contrasting colors
blues and oranges
yellows and purples
you leave it be to watch
the fireworks explode
in your own
mess
there's no one to
blame
but you
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