the cream
and
the strawberries
strawberries
and
the cream
in
the cafeteria
in
love
in college
this spring
pear trees
snowing
sweet
sweet youth
give me
your lips
* To be read down, then back up.
* You might find you pause in different places when reading back up.
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You point to show me Canada. The map blows
into the refrigerator . . . into a jar of
sweet pea blossom field.
You open an oyster with a
. . . . . . . . .pink rose inside. I say
I like it here.
The rose becomes a drawer of lingerie.
I’m somewhere between:
being a wallflower and
pocketing the next fireman
at the grocery,
between a plain old water
and plain pink champagne,
between reading Sting as
String and calling Yo Yo Ma –
Yo Ma Ma.
Some days are like that.
and the sea carries on
whenever it leaves off
in its way of evermore
a dream during drought
wearing spiked heels
to rain dance
new love
she likes his highlights
he likes hers
cool restaurant
around my shoulders
last year’s peonies
