interesting how
marshmallows taste
(they settle in the)
crevices of your teeth
like mercenaries
sent to tell you
(you like bees)
you think
of getting a mouse
you
would name him colby jack
i wonder why
they talk to you like that
your heart sticky and wondering
if it's any good
like soggy white dumplings
in porcelain apple bowls
(you love me)
and i love you,
the memory of you (the hope of you)
and the infrequent
gelatinous texts
which let me know that
you exist,
and feed me, sustain me
until the next...
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