How Very Wild It Is
I heart honeycomb
I heart sticky tape
I no longer
Of course I dream about swimming pools
(I climb out of the swimming pools just in time)
Did you know I wear glasses now?
You make me sick
Your flowers with their eight day guarantee
With their pink yellow pink yellow pink
I am ssshhh
I am covered in fruit flies and don’t bite
Pears growing golden down in the sun trap
The need to shed anger like soft petals
Like old powder
Oh boy, they used to say. Oh boy, oh boy
Crisp. This isn’t. Not crisp at all
The smell of lit incense sticks
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