my gems held warm in winter:
winter sticks around in sympathy for me.
reminds me of
little fireplace;
he lit it and i left it
forgot it
garden trampled
clumsy feet, clumsy lovers.
i like child smudged in chocolate,
smudged and wide-eyed open,
all so marvelous to my cantaloupe eyes -
ginger tongues and cotton candy;
sweet little words imported in, like contraband,
like little signpost miracles
that also strangely hurt and crashed
upon arrival
rocks before the sea;
stumbled fins, torn-up flippers.
his'gee whiz' persona
fed up, departs
overfed;
stuffed with processed cheese and take-out Thai
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