I put the chocolate in my mouth, I pouted.
The bar was thin, it cracked. My tongue pushed against the roof.
You know how you feel about the color brown. How you assessed it against blue.
We’ve referred to that in that past. Who’s we? Whose we?
See the brown I know dissolves between my teeth.
I had a teacher tell me once I was obsessed with food. She asked if I knew.
You mean how I eat everything?
Is what I meant to answer. But, here we are. I see you all the time [inside and
outside my mouth].
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Curry is the color of orange, of the wooden floor in my room wall to wall. With socks
I soak curry: Floor to floor I slide with the boards. Only, I say along the way, curry
makes me clean.
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You are quite the pear. Sure I knew you would let me run around with my hands
mimicking mosquito wings. So many itches. So much fruit. Oh my skin is red. I bit
myself. I itched it. Why did you let me run around like that for you for a piece of
fruit? Oh my love is a swarm. We taste sugar and sting.
