Poem: Syrupy Legs

Syrupy Legs

At the table,
I put plates, bowls,
ramekins, glasses,
coffee cups, straw wrappers,
bits of potatoes, pancakes,
piles of eggs, puddles of
syrup, into my bucket
until my glasses
melt into my eyes
my hands into my
back, when someone
uses me as a
condiment on
their crêpe.