pollen
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...
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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