I.
I am fabric in an air duct floating.
Washed in mother's scent was folded,
tucked into this tiny hollow cavern of the earth.
II.
snowflake/hexagon-like turns about my life-raft in the ocean;
like explosions
when I bite a piece of ice apart with teeth, and then I drink it.
III.
Paint-roller coat me with layer of jelly.
Then place on conveyer belt, next layer: batter.
Crullers are dunked into coffee each morning;
go out and walk in the cold.
