The plastic bear is up to his neck again
in dark amber sweet viscosity.
He wears his pointed blue cap smartly
but hunches noticeably to the left
his right shoulder and ear lobe gone
lost in a microwave incident,
and he leans unnaturally far forward
his feet shrunken toward his belly
from simmering angled in hot water,
honorable scars received in the line of duty
in the War on Crystallization.