My secret weapon is a teaspoon

 

today demanded
I take myself apart,
scrub out my insides
then polish them

let everything shine
all the way through.

I wasn't about
polished matter

while sleeping
on floorboards
in broken down
factories turned
into squats,

occupying worn
out sofas left in
crowded council
flat drug dosses.

I can shave carrot
skins down with
an edge of a
teaspoon

because my hands
could not behave
themselves around
anything resembling
sharp instruments,

so I think less
heavy in size,
shape, and
volume

as a little
teaspoon
changes
the world.