Gourmet

I forgot about my kitchen

the sink -vomiting slugs-

smells of death

coughing bleach

never drains

floating film like

human stew

doesn't even remember

being used

would boil it clean

in white paint and 

fury, but the stove-top coils

remain cold,

black

settled sludge, a colander

and still the potion

won't slip through unnoticed

I forgot about my kitchen

the freezer

empty, doesn't even remember

the dead mice in 

nosebleed baggies, grape-flavoring

(orange too) no invitation

the decay party in

the basement

hisses with the light switches

-colder than it should be

to last and last and last

my insides knot, consistently

protest

the infestations, the nests

that reside

in the kitchen that I forgot