like the warmth of a hydrothermal vent
I’ll say no more for as i am an oyster
fried marrow, pistachios, sliced almonds big silver bowl
the purple bloom of the piled up.
(this is courtesy of spam & grocery shopping)
(i think this would fit into a category called “still life” if there was one here)
(my kitchen sink is clogged, it doesn’t drain at all, this is affecting my peace of mind, dirty dishes are on all the counter space, i washed a few dishes in the shower, maybe i will take them all in the shower with me, even the knives, this could be the dangerous thing i do today)
(here is an article about the ocean floor)
(let’s hang out by a hydrothermal vent)
(UN Atlas of the Oceans)
I’m responding with a link to a book titled Starfish about some technicians maintaining a hydrothermal vent power plant in the deep sea.
This illustration, which links to the text is, in the words of the author,
I guess you can see that this story doesn’t really convey much warmth. It’s cold, alien and threatening.