The milk in the fridge has curdled
And i'm making yoghurt today
I can feel your gaze on me
As i reach for the curdled milk
In the light that switches on as i open the refigerator door
the empty bread bin
the teapot standing still on the kitchen shelf
I pour the milk into a bowl
and it splatters onto the table top beneath
You look away
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