my hand rests
on the long table
next to the silver
cutlery

plant by the corner
door exit has grown
i often pour
cupfuls onto it
there are no questions here my
hand is still
on the table
infinite
laden by me and, ive decided,
splintered
by the hand
when it will lighten, grow, i plant
myself into
the table
splinter silver
cultery
then finally
they creak through
the opening