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gas Flames dishes stacked added two more

orded and my uniform so bleached I could

disappear still cutting the red stuff

table five coming concentrate vertical

Strokes just just like you my knife

slips Splats on the floor I'll

clean it up bend down soop up the red

there's no room to move my shoes touch

those of the next kitchen hand I level

back up to the stove and my head catches

the saucepan handle not again tossed

over the pan soes and the whole kitchen

Quakes with fear next order it's

coming spoon to lips taste tongue around

latch onto the layer

of

nothing there's nothing there I

can't keep stirring it's coming you

grunt spittle in the air no time keep

stirring

what what's

that a red

drop traces the inside of the source pin

it's coming I said the red inches down

before I can act hits the surface of the

liquid and

spread

blood oh

I flip over my hands burn scab

thick skin the usual my eyes off the

stove you smack me across the back of my

head my neck

snaps a

cut a hole on the inside of my left

arm you grab the saucepan handle rip it

off the heat dip the spoon in push it to

your rdy face no no no no no what are

you doing you can't I need 5 more

minutes you shake your head please

you're not listening you can't take I

need more time I you

what I suck in some

air

nothing it's fine get it out

there food is lapped onto two plates I

hold my

breath look up through the Skylight and

the kitchen

ceiling just for a

second you're not supposed to do this

but you're not looking so I stick my

head out around to the dining area

shoulders

hunched my four fingers grip the

wall forgotten how white the room

was old walls tablecloth

Crockery a smell of pale roses a spot a

waiter Gliding Over to two women at the

corner table I look back down at the cut

of my arm as a fresh drop of blood

pauses between skin and the floor the

jaws of the women slacken and slide for

what feels

like

eternity a black crust forms over my

lungs just can't keep going on like this

I need to breathe and

then she

smiles the older of the two women smiles

she digs her spoon back in deep

masticates

swallows and smiles again my lungs relax

it's fine it's fine she didn't see the

blood she didn't see the blood taste the

blood kitchen sounds borrow inside the

white noise of silver on Silver and a

slow peel and burn of the lacquer on the

bottom of source spant you're standing

next to me nice you say good work they

told the waiter the women compliments to

the chef they want to order more tables

s and eight overheard they want some

too 3 minutes okay oh God keep stirring

that means it was the blood No 2 minutes

kid no no no I can't do this one minute

think uh recipe uh red stuff heat green

stuff spoon in

taste it's nothing it's it's it's empty

I can't do this I can't you're standing

close to me you're smiling but your hand

is raised and as it sweeps through the

air I Flinch instinctively as it lands

to a sudden

Pat on my

shoulder

the three layers of fabric between your

hand and my shoulder unravel to thread

and I can feel your skin on

mine it's my

blood my insides you want and you don't

even know it my index finger traces the

cut on the inside of my left arm the

edges Bend

release 1 2 three drops in the pen

a

clockwise that's

it that's all I need to give no

more it's ready you snatch the pan and

the plates go flying more kid more your

lips apart teeth juted out but I'm not

scared all the other kitchen hands are

silent I grab more sauce punin fire up

all the hot plates have four going at

once nobody's looking I pour my arm W do

can drops in each sauce pin I grab a

spoon do figurette and pans 1 2 3 4

losing a lot of blood now I grab the

edge of the bench as my weight skids

from underneath me I catch sight of my

arm and the edge is erased I Bunch up my

uniform and say that the arm flesh is

faded more orders kid you're doing great

blood still dripping from my cut sticky

pool underf

foot my

fate not in the

mess in the

air hovering in the

air anle

height resting on an invisible

bench I'm

floating come on kid I'm waiting hair

escapes my lungs snap I'm heavy again

feet back on the ground back to work

plates lined up gleaming and perfect I

catch your eye thrown back at me in the

surface of a pan the way you're looking

at me

you're

happy you're actually proud new pans new

spoons before I even start stirring I

hang my arm over the

pan a transparent ly now for the light I

pour in a cup my secret ingredient

done my hands circling above my head

stirring all the way up to the Skylight

in the kitchen ceiling I covered the pan

let it simmer the customer

they're mine I want to see their faces I

lean my head out the back to the outdoor

seating area and I spy an elderly couple

smiles on both their

faces I smile back and wave but my arm

doesn't actually raise the shadow but

the flesh and Bone doesn't budge I can't

control it can't control

it let's buy the next table of Diner a

helium balloon reads happy

birthday it Bobs near a gas heater next

to a little girl where's the food boy

stirring again new batch his out

bubbling blood still dripping from my

arm gluggy and warm but the color's gone

out of it done new batch spot the girl's

birthday balloon out the back window

it's bobbing up and down but it always

comes to still lower than it began some

helium's leaked out of it

I feel

taller my bones

lighter as if some of the helium has

leeched into my

skin

yeah I look down

and my feet on on the

floor I kick my

legs I Rise a few

centimet the balloon lowers

as if a counterweight instantly I Rise a

few more

centim the balloon lowers further

towards the

ground and I Rise

upwards keeping the balance of

things I see you leave the kitchen for

the outdoor dining area I call out Point

down with my toes but you can't see me

or hear

me I'm far too high now out of your

Rich there's a gray smudge in your

hand

Fork you walk over to the table with a

little

girl but your knee buckles and you trip

lose your

balance the fork runs straight through

the

balloon

pop it sinks

dead

saw

alive I can't stop it

now

my under my skin I feel my

blood heating the boiling

point but a gentle

oil from liquid to

vapor and now let's

pray