By Rachel Kimbrough
I pressed the button, like he said.
I pressed it every time,
the last, his demise.
Crushed 'tween cardboard boxes and
egg cartons and
Hefty trash bags and
beer bottles,
slowly compacted inward.
He burst like a water balloon,
some splashing out at us,
leaping out, fountainesque,
some squirting the sides, ticking from inside.
The old lady said, "My, my. My oh my."
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