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Gravity Reversed by Jesse Auchter
published in Volume 10, Issue 2 on September 21st, 2003

It's so quiet at this white table.

My eggs look like flattened daisies
on the plate.

All seems well as orange juice sluices
from the carton into my "I hate dogs"

But God decides to flip the gravity
switch-on the wall-to "reverse."

By the window, on the emerald grass,
a Basset Hound's ears suck upwards,
his tongue slides out and points
towards the treetops.

O.J. splatters and clings to the ceiling.

My red bathrobe shoots off my plump body,
then through the roof-a flurry of shingles.

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