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Poem written for and submitted to “Drop the Cliché” poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor, December 6, 2025.
When the kettle screams, I become the steam~ a ghost unspooling from its copper ribs. Bones click like stove dials, skin hums with the hiss of a pressure gauge punctured by a hit and a miss.
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