The Bending Spoon

hush

I hold the spoon

cool against my hand

it shines bright with the moonfeathers

falling from my window

they shine bright together

look now

I'm balancing the spoon

on the tip of my nose my

too dry eyes cross quickly

look now

I can stick the spoon

this far down my throat

the joys of not having

a gag reflex

wink and smirk with me but

look now

at me looking at the spoon

it bends doesn't it

it bends