Tonight's Poet Corner: Browful

Browful
by Belinda Roddie

browful of
questions, making silly
gestures, drinking pots of
chemical reactions from a
test tube, two test tubes, three
test tubes, lined up on a
kitchen counter.

questions like
why does this taste funny
and
what's wrong with this coffee
and
why do my eyebrows seem to be
growing rapidly and turning into
furry writhing serpents on my
perturbed face