the cup is handled
and notched
it is tilted at a 45-degree angle
now at a 46-degree angle
now 47, now 48
the yellow creeps toward the notch
with absolutely
no
sense
of urgency
it is yellow and
it is clear and
it is clear bubbles inside thick strands
of yellow and clear
it slides toward the notch
at a 49-degree angle
peeking its bulbous eye
over the curved rim
of the handled glass cup,
it pauses
then plunges
it is a thick elastic strap of yellow and clear
stretching and straining
it is thin
it is thick
it is thin
and
it splatters on the golden
ring below
splatter
smack
steam and spray
cool egg
meets hot crust
coating
and clinging
to every curve
somebody should put that thing in the oven
’cause right now
it’s inedible
