"Vortex" by Lauren Hilger

The word that meant meat my worst.Meant the center of the kitchen.Worst me.Through the phonetell of my entering,my center.It's because of the bowlof mush the old womangoing hush that I loved.Because of this hamartiaI waited.There's a struggleI have to say it.Like the birds I hate,trouble of that corner.When describedas the hearth I don'tthink of comfort, mom.There are consequencessetting that table.