Spilled Peas Published with Dear Reader Fall 2022 if the next dayi feel a burst beneath my pinky toelift my foot in disgustto find a dime of green mushground into the tile’s grouti will probably not crydespite my pulsing eyelidsthe way my head whirs and burnsand the poison swirls in my lower guti will not growleither i have no propensity for anger i think i will sink to the floorcurl up in a peaand press my cheek into the caulkinghard enough to leave an impression Visit Site